Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

At first, she was unsure if he understood what she was saying, which would make it pretty difficult to tell what his intentions were. But the fact that he hadn't yet attacked her had her wariness wavering just a little. 

What he said next were all words she understood, but it took her a few moments to understand what he meant. Realization crossed her face, and she looked from the dark stranger to the coyote and back again. He went on to state that since she had killed it, then she had earned it, nosing the deceased animal towards her a little. She watched him with curiosity this time, not immediately answering.

When he turned to walk over to the elk, Simmik finally moved from where she was standing. But she didn't stop at the sad-looking coyote, instead, she walked past it and over to the strange man. She looked over the elk too before resting her curious gaze on his face. That's okay, she told him first. You can have it, she added, lifting her head towards the coyote. She wasn't going to eat something that looked so similar to a wolf, and she wasn't sure her pack would either. Since it didn't seem to creep this guy out at all, she figured he ought to have it. No sense in wasting it, especially since it had not been exactly easy to kill. 

I'm Simmik by the way, she offered next, unsure if he would return the gesture.