Redtail Rise She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you

As soon as she heard the gurgling in his throat she wrenched herself into a half-seated position, though she did not bother to right her hindquarters, with her back legs still splayed out to the side. The autumn man had come to warm her back, and when the meat was regurgitated before her, she snapped for it. The man gently dissuaded her from eating it all rapidly, but she growled and snarled, and bared her teeth as she chewed at whatever she could reach. She wanted all of it, but was rebuked. Small pieces she tore bit by bit, and each time she got a mouthful she rested back against the autumnal man, growling softly as she pulled the semi-digested meat apart with her teeth. 

Their words went over her head, but the choice they made settled well with Lilia. She was quite comfortable with the man who had found her, especially now that he provided warmth for her. Once she was through all the food, she looked back up to the pale man with calm eyes again, mild agitation in her expression, like a dog whose food has been taken away. She weakly stomped one foot on the ground. 

"Mowa food," She demanded, though her voice was hoarse. She hiccoughed and licked her lips, which were bloody, but still felt dry. "No," she said, decidedly, turning her head and sniffing. "Firthty." She wanted a real drink, now. Not just sips from musty moss.