Ouroboros Spine It's all business in the left-hand lane

Skeetch was grateful, and accepted when she was offered more food. Of course, she would have to repay the favour later- maybe some time spent down at the lake fishing would be a decent idea. If, of course, she could find a patch where the ice had not frozen. 

The concept of matchmaking went over her head. She did not understand the reference, and did not think on it long or see it as being interesting enough to question. She nodded along, this time taking smaller bites of the fish she was offered so that she might not seem as though she was absolutely starving. 

Apparently, she'd answered some useful information- and Kukutux had some to give in return. Skeetch, of course, had hunted deer before- but being low on the heirarchy, she'd typically been elbowed and shoved and pushed away from the parts of the deer that had higher fat content. Nevertheless, she was well aware that that was a choice cut. "Mmm. That's the good part." Being told that there would be children implied that yet again, she would be expected to help hunt the meat, but that the fattiest parts would go to the wolves who would be bearing children. Fair enough; Skeetch could gnaw gristle from the bone and be grateful for it. "I can do that." She confirmed with a compliant shrug, gulping down the last bit of fish the way a pelican might.