I pay her no heed when she breaks the treeline. I know she is there; my ears have been on her for a minute or two, twisting forward to meet her strides and yet, my eyes do not move from the heart at my paws. Her scent is barely there among the blood and yet, she makes no effort to hide herself. I take the opportunity to stretch my legs, rolling my shoulders and flexing my hackles momentarily in a cautioning motion. I am no savage, perhaps, like Asteraia's king and yet, I am not pacifist willing to let another cross me. I was here first. Isn't that some grand, unspoken rule of our kind?

It is only when she speaks that my eyes slowly rise up. I seek her own out, finding them amongst a face as white as snow; I do not speak however. For a moment, I am inclined merely to watch her as she stands at a distance. Smart, I suppose, for not getting too close too soon. Had she been closer, I might have decided upon another course of action.

"You did not come for my name," I respond after a moment of observating, given to chew back into the heart once more though I do not break eye contact. "You came for food." I motion briefly to the carcass between us, a brow slow to rise in inquisiton. Expectant. Tell me I'm wrong. I can practically feel her hunger from here.

I swallow down the last piece of heart, my tongue lashing out across my pale muzzle and washing with crimson. I flex my paws and then, I slowly rise to stand. I watch her closely still, my head low in a defensive position. "Why do you think I should share with you?" It is a simple question, spoken without challenge nor threat. It simply is. Curious.