Phoenix Maplewood Don't ever doubt this

Shock nodded to the girl's question. The fruit was very unlike meat, but it did the job well enough. It allowed her to go longer in between hunting ventures, which was especially good in times like these. She knew that she would need to eat meat again soon. Surviving without it was like surviving without the sun. It might be possible for awhile, but eventually it would wear anybody down. The white mute wondered if this other wolf could hunt with her, but asking would be too difficult. Coordinating such a thing with no voice was a helluva task, even when she was very familiar with her pack mates.

Since that was out of the question, Shock settled on her hindquarters, her attention on the other wolf to see what she might suggest next. Or perhaps she would simply decide to be on her way, and Shock would once again be left to her own devices.