The Sunspire Falling Away

He allowed room between himself and the chunk of meat he had laid down upon the ground. There was no desire for him to take it for himself; the reason he'd brought it was a peace offering. As much of an apology for his brashness as the monster could summon, but perhaps less so an apology and more a weapon of convincing. Had it not been for him, she would starve - although he supposed, had it not been for him, she wouldn't have fled the catch in the first place. Still, he aimed to use it to his advantage. She had very quickly become a valued resource to him, and he wanted to ensure that she remained within his hold.

Raheerah never looked away, not as she looked down to the meat, but avoided his gaze. His eye remained locked on her, focused, constant as a flame in the absence of wind. And then he uttered a low rumbling from his chest. A wordless invitation, and encouragement, even, for her to take her fair share of the prize they had taken down. Then the beast stepped back, away from her. He turned and his legs carried him several steps from the woman, at which point he reclined first to his haunches, then onto his stomach. He faced away from her, peering out into the trees that cropped up all around them, protecting the mountain side. The snow was refreshing against his skin.

He expected that she would eat, but he had no intention of simply bringing the meal to her and taking his leave. The dragon was an adamant creature - he would have his way.