Hushed Willows A Lone World

Zaza could see the wave of emotions brought to Praimfaya as she told her about the meanings of both her and her mother's names. She could tell she loved her dearly, sadness had washed over her as she spoke. She hoped nothing bad had happened to her family as she spoke of them in past tense. 
"Those are both beautiful. What a pretty language you speak." Zaza wagged her tail. "Your parents must have been very powerful and respected." 
She let the wolf sit with her memories, hoping they were good ones.

A breeze brushed through the willows carrying with it the scent of rabbit. Instantly her ears perked, nose twitching for the scent.
"Hey are you hungry?" She inquired. I'll impress her by showing how fast I can catch a rabbit! She boasted in her head. Would that be enough to please a pack wolf? 
Unsure of why she felt a need to impress her she started for the trail before waiting for an answer.