Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

One of the children scampered back, a response not to Ancelin, but to the woman who had spoken out. Ameline decided she was unfamiliar to the children, who seemed most comfortable around the quiet pair of Bearclaw wolves. She kept the stranger in her periphery.

She was pleased when the bolder of the two came forward to touch her cheeks. Ameline felt her lips grow warm, and as cued, she moved a bit closer so she could regurgitate what little she had in her stomach for them. 

She knew Carrion would be jealous- but these kids looked much younger, and if they had no mother, it may have been some time since they had been fed last. 

She straightened up then, giving the kids some space to eat the warm meat and turned to see the woman speak again. She was about to shake her head when Keiko began to gesture, first to her mouth and then off into the distance. The bow she had given was unusual but Lilia took it as a sign that the woman was likely hospitable. 

She looked to Ancelin. In the very least, the children would need to eat. She raised a paw to her chest. ”Ameline.” and a gesture to Ancelin, with fondness she figured might relate as well their relationship. ”Anthuhlin.”