It is a relief to not be so distracted by the need to eat. It is still there burning away at her but not so blatant. In the few short moments she has spent with this male, she has felt much safer than an entire lifetime spent with her mother. Where the witch had gone she did not know and in truth she would never call her dam a witch. She loved her in the aching manner that all children love their mothers. Her bond had been tested and tried and remained true and firm beyond even the capacity for sanity. Others would find her weak and foolish in her resolution. It is true but Fjallraven is not made to be a hero or a leader. That was not the destiny shaped for her when the stars presided over her birth or as the rope that wound her parents together shredded apart.
He is so kind this male. He does not snap at her, does not trick her with this ploy, and encourages her to eat. It has been a long time since she has smiled and she cannot help but a small, tremulous one to begin at the edges of her lips as he stands and pushes the creature back to her. Golden eyes stare up at him in gratitude and something akin to adoration. Would her father have been like this if she had known him? Would he have cared enough to give his whole meal up for her?
She blinks owlishly as he lifts his paw and mimes things that simply cannot be true. "No voice?" Her own voice holds a tone of shock, but even still her voice is beautiful and fluid as music from a violin. She feels a fierce closeness with him in this instance. He might not be nearly like her but he has his own issues to deal with. Still she doesn't know what to call him.
For now she takes the time to turn back to the rabbit, eating a bit more rapidly than before, her hunger apparent in the gleam of her eyes and tugs of flesh. Every few seconds her eyes turn to him as if awaiting the moment when he will suddenly say 'aha, gotcha! Now give it back!' But he doesn't. He lets her eat until she has picked every piece of flesh off the bones and she licks her lips over and over to clean herself.
Then she looks at him once more, ears perked and tail wagging in her contentment. "Are you alone too? I... have no place." Her body seizes with these words, her eyes dropping shyly, uncertain if she might cause a scene with such normal questions.
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