Bitterroot Valley énska

He demanded her name. That was his right. She continued to hold a submissive position, staring at his chest rather than his eyes.

Ah, Rising Sun, my name, she replied, nodding. I hunt. I help hunt.

Slowly, she began to rise, though not to any height close to his. Her gaze raked the ground as she waited, tail held low and still. She needed meat, desperately. She could not find anything substantial without the help of a pack.