Sleeping Dragon identity

As she ate she turned towards the carcass. That's all it was, empty of life and of self. She didn't think of the coyote beyond its meat, not until she'd eaten her fill of it, and finally realized in some hazy way just what she'd consumed; she expected to feel sick, instead Indra felt full, and warm, and good.

Her madness ebbed gradually. Indra pulled away from the remains. Colt spoke of lessons beyond this and her ears turned to eagerly accept his voice; he often spoke of such things and by now, Indra was content with it, or with the silence they shared as they roamed.

He was quiet a moment after, looking lost in thought.

Why d'you teach me? She wondered aloud, looking pointedly at him now. He'd offered her life, before. Food and safety in numbers, and lessons, when they'd met; but she still could not understand why he bothered at all with her.