Wapun Meadow I Dream in Phosphorescence

She was starving. Her ribs peaking through her flesh but not all, some still hidden behind a thin layer of quickly receding fat. Etephyr was grateful for that small victory in a time of consecutive losses. Hunting had become more of a challenge the longer she went without, her legs seared sooner, her chest craved oxygen quicker, and even recovery was a laborious task. The petty fish or hare she ever managed to catch were far and few in-between, nothing that could truly sustain. The fur on her legs had yet to grow back, precious resources that were being dedicated elseware.

He no doubt realized her pitiful state and offered to hunt with Etephyr. It threw her of guard, visibly recoiling from the emotional whiplash. The woman's brows creased in confusion, her eyes etched with the same tone. She searched his face, wanting to determine the validity of his offer. 

"And why would you offer to help me?" She questioned. "What do you gain from it?" Etephyr didn't peg him the type to help out of sheer good will, there had to be some ulterior motive to suggest such an outlandish offer.