Big Salmon Lake And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing

The Mackenzie would do no such thing to groom herself despite how her fur was a moist, haphazard mess. What was more beguiling than the focus of her fur was how jovial this male naturally carried himself. He had to have been one of the lucky ones who retained a part of his naivety and innocence from his pup hood. That seemed to be a rare trait nowadays with generational trauma passed down. Zsuzsa had a slight envious pang but at the same time, was refreshed to see not everyone in the world was broken.
 
Whirling on his paw pads, he went to fetch his earned kill to display before her. Relieved that both of them caught their own, it would be awkward if the two put effort into hunting but then fighting over who got more of the meaty remains. It seemed like he made it out to be a quick job despite lamenting about bruises. Although Zsuzsa wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or serious, it caused her to smirk. ”Well done.” She said with a sway of her tail, glad to assist him in this.
 
Before they could dive into their avian dinners, the male offered an unusual proposition to assist in drying her off. Zsuzsa froze, her sable brows furrowing in slight puzzlement. What’s the catch? He didn’t even need to state that he was harmless since his natural cheery disposition showed no signs of threat, it was just Zsuzsa wasn’t used to being treated kindly as a loner. Or really treated kindly in general. She had been hardened by trauma and misfortune growing up, so his kind gesture almost made her think she didn’t deserve such a thing. Standing in damp silence, her eyes were a dead giveaway she was contemplating this act of kindness. ”… Sure.” She said with slight apprehension. She took one step forward toward him, but that was it. There was really nothing to fear with him, it was just her own unease holding her back.