Bitterroot Valley dalnum

There was silent pride building in her chest when he did not protest again.

Now, she could enjoy her meal. Truly. It did not feel given freely if he had some too. Yet she could not help but wonder what he might want from this.

Only company?

She allowed herself to steal glances at him between bites. Slow. No rush to eat and dash away from him.

He did not seem to be in any particular rush either.

There were many things she wished to ask him. Did he understand her? He had gestured earlier and now she felt the gap between them. Two different worlds even if it seemed they lived the same life. Where had autumn eyes come from? Was there a mother who missed him? Brothers who had trained him or he had taught?

Kjöt. A paw tapped what was left of her meal, the rich hue of the meat inside the hare. She could start with simple words. Teach him, bridge the gap between them.

Perhaps silly. She imagined he'd have better things to go do after this meal.