Dawnlark Plains paint rock

There it is again, an admission of admiration, perhaps. Beneath her surface irritation swells a fire of pride. Nagruk does not speak, only watches approvingly as Chieftain reconsiders his offer even if it is at cost of his happiness. 

She could have her way with him. "Okay. We wait." Her expression shifts to something of satisfaction, pleased that now she'd be there if Star Eater needs her. And the cubs - she shivers in anticipation to meet them, to see their strength and assess the progenity of Chieftain.

A thought then, tongue flicking to wet her nose. "You ask me to stay, means you trust me? How you know I not want to kill cubs."