Hushed Willows And one more thing...

Tzila let a certain silence settle between them. It hung heavy in the air, alive with a peculiar energy. Eyeing him, she considered the possibility that there just might be an understanding between them. She would not jump to conclusions. Never trust fully, nor too easily. The sting of betrayal was an all too familiar one, cutting deep. She did not wish to experience that again anytime soon. "If you are still hungry..." She drawled, gesturing to the hillside with her maw. "...and not at all squeamish, the bodies are still here." Or they could forget about filling their stomachs with the flesh of fallen kin and focus on a more...fruitful activity.