Whitebark Stream don't think we need to engage in any pleasantries

All she offered at first was a shrug.
Put up with a lot from her, the loud one.
Indra wasn't like that. Closer to Reno in that way, she supposed.
Keep me fed n'warm, tell me when to run, when to hunt, when to sleep. She didn't mention the occasional praises or corrections, which went without saying. Her jaw smarted from his earlier blow and it needed no reminder.
So, pet. It wasn't a complaint however; better to be well kept than forgotten, or killed. An easy observation.