Ankyra Sound the song is not the same when we're all played out

its perfect, great wording. :)

At the sudden change of the word tone of the female, Vector felt as though he pushed a button. He couldn't decifer whether what he would reap from the action could be positive nor negative, yet he had felt an urge to hear the words to the scrawny femmora. She had a sense of wisdom about her, so he had given the wrath a sliver of his respect. Yet, the man didn't recognize the wolf in the sheep's clothing.

She had returned to his sight after he heard her dissappear into the dark depths of whatever unknown was in the cave. In her mouth, she held some sort of...thing..it looked edible, but the way she held it..so delicately..as if it was a thing to be careful with. This set his brain to full alert, but the curiosity held its portion of ground within the flare pelted russian, as well.

She had dropped a piece of what he could only discern as a bulb of some sort that had a stem..the color sickly looking. Yet it had no smell. He had studied it a bit, wary of the unknown object, until she had placed one at her own feet. She had claimed he was smiled down upon by a Mother of some sort. The russian couldn't tell whether to be grateful or disturbed. He knew nothing of this custom, so he had to follow through with the learning experience. Glupo, he was. So very foolish.

Vector had been unable to pinpoint what his mind was telling him about this thing at his paws, but if the female before him, the one who had given him a bit of knowledge of this subject he wished to know about, he assumed the gift would be have to be appreciated. The russet had observed her eat the object, so with a regal yet slow lowering of his thick crown, he cautiously picked the thing up, chewing it in his dagger lined mouth, trying to discern if it had a taste or not, filing it over his roughly calloused tongue, until he swallowed.