Snowforest Taiga living without you

As the child moved to take the squirrel, she lifted her paw. The creature dragged across the dirt, then he began to tuck in to the meal. It didn't take long before their eyes were drifting towards Stryx, and she feigned indifference, taking the time to measure the shadows and look around for signs of adults. Any wolf — young or old — knew the dangers of the universe. This one was too young to have been subjected to much, and without someone to guard them or guide them, that could be very bad. Stryx lacked visible compassion but she hadn't left yet, and waited there while he ate.

His little voice carried to her ears, and Stryx, with her expression just as bland as before, nodded her chin. Aye, it does. Sometimes fire makes plants grow too. Her eyes lingered on him. You probably don't know what that is, though. An afterthought.

A better option: Do you like flowers?