Swiftcurrent Creek the man who sold the world

She watched him with a wary, wild gaze, sinking back onto her heels as his head lowered. With wide eyes, she watched him flick the gifts closer and her skulking posture relaxed slightly when he then stepped away from them. Mirroring his movements, she stepped away from Arlette and toward the offerings, careful to keep Akavir in her peripheral vision. She read nothing but acceptance and fondness from Arlette's features though she did seem somewhat surprised as well. 

They began to talk; she felt herself watched, but given the fact she had been presented with gifts, she didn't mind hanging around. She pawed at the rabbit, watching as its head lolled loosely. She lowered her muzzle to sniff it and bared her teeth silently as she inhaled the musk of Akavir's scent, but it could be forgiven; the rabbit also smelled of blood. She was appeased. 

She plucked the tine up in her mouth, and fixing Akavir with a steady but relatively emotionless stare, she began to scoot backwards, dragging the rabbit along with a paw. She scuffled a few metres back, so she had a bit more space- and then settled down on top of the rabbit as if to warm it with her own body heat, while she began to chew noisily at the tine.