Lake Rodney I'm Not Passive But Aggressive, Take Note It's Not Impressive

Liar, Sesi thought, eyeing Lunae's perfectly black coat. She had a mind to leave, but gut-wrenching hunger stayed the thought - who knows how long it would be until she ran into a kindly stranger again. Big game was out of the question, and Sesi was a poor hunter of squirrels and mice. "No, if you don't know.. it's OK," she mumbled, turning down the offer. Then, after a few false starts: "But will you.. will you help me hunt?"