Her pale yellow eyes lingered on the goods dangling from his maw, she was hungry, and though part of her felt as if acceptng his offering would make her seem useless, she was happy he had brought her a little something. While she was perfectly capable of hunting for herself --small prey until her bruises healed-- she still enjoyed being pampered by the man. She grunted a thank-you and grabbed one of the birds by the tip of its feathers.
The two ate in silence, though it was strangely not an uncomfortable one, au contraire, the yearling felt fully relaxed and comfortable with his company. She was gulping down the last bit of the bird's meat right when his question rumbled through the silence. She licked her lips and rested her eyes into his glassy orbs --that sometimes reminded her of Lecter's own eyes.
"I'm well, though I doubt I look as good" she barked while pulling her face away to give a quick lick at the ruffled hairs on her chest and shoulders. Cara had always been one to worry about self-image, after all it was first impressions what made you or broke you --or at least in the young ex-alpha's mind.
It had been innevitable for her to loot battered after the fight, she felt like mush and she was pretty sure she looked like it too.
Though Kaname never seemed to mind.
"Has she burned down the place yet?", she asked full of sarcasm; under Ptarmigan's reign she sorta expected for the whole Spine to burst into flames. It was a harsh image that she feared would come true, she loved the Spine dearly and she would hate to see it crumble under the ursurper's hand. Though there was little she could do.. or was there?
