Fairspell Meadow four letter word for the feeling you were born into

Jakoul ate, thankfully. Maegi was alarmed at each little choke but managed to keep her composure well enough. The appearance of Nightstar distracted her briefly, and she turned to give him a brusque nod before glancing back at the Morta, who was reaching for the poppy flower. 

The seeds, she whispered, careful to stop Jakoul from taking too many. Just one or two. They'll dull the pain. She watched her patient like a hawk, making sure she did not overindulge. Once Maegi was satisfied with the administration of food and medicine, she took the flower in her teeth and rose to her paws, giving Jakoul a brief, quiet assurance that she'd return. 

The Nona stared at the hunk of flesh in the hunter's jaws as she approached him, eyes widening. I thought there was no large game to be found, because of the ground shaking, she remarked, dropping the flower. Where on earth. . .? She was incredibly pleased with his initiative, bringing home the bacon and all.