Northstar Vale lion's den

She lifted to stare accusationally at him when he dared to imply that she was not thriving. She only caught part of what he’d said, as the healing in her ears did muffle his words a bit, but she gathered that he’d offered help. 

She snorted and looked him up and down. An odd coat, with curls as though he’d spent too long in the water, and ears that looked weak and droopy. ”Mebbe fex yer oon ears ‘fore ye start offerin’ te fix mine,” she criticized. His eyes looked kind, his offer genuine. She paused. ”Awful hungry tho. Hadn’ eaten in too long,” She griped, and peered at him hopefully.