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I can also, uh, leave, if you prefer—,
No, don't go!

The exclamation of her voice burst out of her before she could stop it; too many had come and gone and she couldn't bear to be alone again. Standing with her fur puffed around the racy contours of her body. There was a ferocity in her eyes which hadn't been there before, although it was a fickle thing, and it took all of Sulukinak's focus not to lose that intensity. She was frowning at him; but it wasn't the stranger that she frowned at, only her circumstances.

Since she was on her feet again she moved to be closer to him, flanking him almost. It was the same follow-the-leader behavior Sulukinak had always adhered-to in the everdark and again when she was around Dutch; except now she had found someone else to attach herself to. Plus she would have to show him around if he really wanted to stay and to eat.

There are caches. I... I haven't eaten much, and she could show him! The cogs in her mind shifted little by little, trying to remember where everything had been buried for storage or hidden away, and mentally ticked through the ones that she had binged upon; her nose was like a dowsing rod as she oriented herself.

I can show you. But she didn't move—rather, waited for him.