Was this guy for real? All that pity, the worry... Yeah, okay. She wasn't his kid, why would he actually worry for her? Mother hardly even worried for her. But there it was, that glossy-eyed sympathy and, when she had snapped back, oh how he looked hurt! So... dramatic. It was like he was taking her words to heart, like she had physically struck him or something. For such a big male, tough-looking male, his gooey center was easily seen through such transparent fur.

As he proclaimed that she was currently in his pack lands, the dark girl's red wine eyes rolled, chest heaving in a silent, exasperated sigh. Of course she would have stumbled into a pack land. Of course the first wolf she ran into, while she was sopping wet and in a wonderfully horrible mood no less, would be its alpha. And of course she would just have to have offended him... if he were even telling the truth, that is. She still had her doubts.

Whatever; the damage was done. You can't take back words after they'be been said. Best just to keep moving.

Suomi had pointedly ignored the loud groan of her stomach, not caring what the brute of a wolf had to say about it... Well, at first. But what he said next just seemed so laughable, she just couldn't leave that be. Still walking away, she let out a short, disbelieving snort.

"Because everyone who is offering their help so freely doesn't have ulterior motives," she retaliated over her shoulder, tone heavy with sarcasm. "Yeah, oka--yah!"

The ebon girl began to flail the moment she felt his jaws closing in on her scruff, small frame twisting about until her back paws found purchase on his soft, creamy throat. Her small feet kicked at him fruitlessly, a feral little snarl bubbling out of clenched jaws.

"Who the hell do you think you are!? Put me down right now, you mammoth! I'm not going anywhere with you!-" The girl continued to strike out at him with whatever limbs came closest, all the while continuing a loud string of protests. His bargain fell on deaf ears as Suomi was but a ball of black and silver rage between his teeth.

Suomi snapped at the male's paws when he finally placed her down, her flailing legs causing her to fall over awkwardly an miss her mark. The girl scrambled to her feet and backed away from the cream and brown wolf, back arched like an angry cat and the fur along her spine raised in a wet, spiky mowhawk as she fixed him with a dark wine death glare.

Again, he went on with this meal business and she was all about ready to turn tail and run from this creeper, but the scent of fresh - as far as she was concerned - meat struck her a little dumbfounded. The dark girl glanced over to the mangled pig, blinked, looked to the brutish male, to the kill, and back again.

Well, damn. He was for real...

"Yeah, well..." It was hard to muster the same ferocity as before with a free meal actually sitting right in front of her. "Well, you is thinking right." Yeah, she went there.

Suomi took a metered step toward the half-eaten carcass, but stopped short and whipped around to face the male with all her doubt, angst, indignity, haughty temper renewed. "Why are you even doing this, anyway!?" she demanded loudly, her muzzle wrinkling in contempt. "I'm not your responsibility! You're not my father! You're just weirld old stranger I ran into in the woods! And where's your pack, huh!? You said this was your pack, but I don't see anyone else! You're just a creepy old man!"

Too much. This was just... too much. So what? He had literally put her in front of that meal he'd promised. So what? Why? Why should he care? Her own parents didn't even care enough to feed her like that! What was this guy's deal?

She could feel herself beginning to buckle, a suge of emotion racing its way through her veins like three million volts of a well placed lightning bolt. She wanted to... cry. She fought against the pressure that built behind her eyes, clenched her jaws to ward off the burning in her nose from the building tears, but her body betrayed her. Despite the sheer rage on the little girl's wispy silver masked face, the water welled up in her eyes and began to trickle down her damp cheeks.

Today was not her day.

Now I know that beauty truly breaths

feeling in my heart forever