Moonspear the closer the stranger

Food! What a godsend this man was! She could not help the stronger, quicker wave of her tail, nor the tiny round of tippy taps that lifted her front two feet in a short staccato of beats. That sounds amazing, thank you. Her den was momentarily forgotten, stepping away from it to move closer to the Beta, posture deferential as was instinct. Though she was excited for the meal, her thoughts yet turned to the man's wife, the woman she now had a bond with even if neither of them had spoken about it yet.

How is Kukutux? Her sentiment was sincere, her curiosity stemming from concern for the medic's wellbeing. The time she had spent out on the glacier had been hard on her, after all.