Arrow Lake infidus

The path they'd chosen was familiar enough. She knew this lake, to a degree, a roaring mouth that sat snugly between the soapstone crags of the Sunspires. She'd gone this way the last she travelled, and silently, she hoped Akavir would not make note of it. 
She is mostly quiet as well, feeling it wrong to break such a heavy silence, and remains so until a prize is dropped at her feet. A sheepish grin is cast in the Mayfair's direction along with a hum of thanks before her teeth are sunken into flesh. She is careful to ration, taking very little from the kill; for she was not the one who needed to be kept strong and energized here. 
And she is mostly tuned out of what little conversation there was until Silvertongue's name is mentioned. At that, ashen ears swivel forward. 
Silvertongue? she repeats, eyebrows narrowed; not angry, but rather curious, as chestnut gaze falls upon Germanicus. What's she got to do with Aka-shito?