Almost as soon as the words left his lips, Inara's head lowered to her kill once more. She was not as quick to consume the meal as she had been before, more furtive in her actions as she kept an eye on him as well. Viserion's eyes lingered upon her for a moment, appraising her physical condition and wondering if she had been on her own for a long time to be so ravenous as this. She did not seem overly thin, but rather than continue to evaluate her, Viserion averted his gaze to their surroundings. It was not his wish to make her uncomfortable as she ate, and the heavy weight of a wolf's eyes certainly did not make for a relaxed dining experience. Slowly he traced the landscape of the foothills, ears pivoting back and forth to catch the sounds of small animals that scurried about their daily lives, practically oblivious to the two predators who sat in their midst. Viserion wondered if it was the presence of a carcass that put the other prey animals at ease - making it less likely that they needed to worry about becoming a meal themselves.

The sound of the carcass being pushed through the grass drew Viserion's attention back to Inara, and he looked down to see that she had left a portion of the meal for him. A soft smile creased his features - he was not particularly hungry at the moment, but he appreciated the gesture of goodwill. Rather than step forward to take the offering immediately, however, his focus lifted to her face. For a moment he held her gaze before she looked down once more, speaking of his inabilities and short comings. Viserion's brows knitted together, once more considering what might have made the girl feel so inadequate, so fearful. Though his own upbringing had been filled with love and affirmations, lessons and guidance, he was not blind to the way the world turned for other families. His life was far from perfect, but there were those who had it much worse than he.

"You say you do not have many skills, but you have already proven otherwise by bringing down this kid on your own, and offering to share it with me. A smart pack would never turn away a good hunter, and I am sure our Courser would welcome your help on the hunt." He considered her for a moment, an ear cocking back as a raven croaked its hunger from above, circling and eyeing up the remains of the carcass. Motioning towards the carcass, Viserion said, "I suggest we cache this for later, unless you would like to share it with the ravens." He grinned, for it was not always such a bad idea to share with the predatory birds - they could be of help when on the hunt, leading the pack to injured or already dying prey.

Rising to his feet, the white fringed male moved to invite Inara to walk with him. "Living in the mountains is not so different than any other pack. We work together to offer the best life for those who call Spirane home - we look out for each other. The land can be a bit more unforgiving than other places, but she makes up for it in her beauty and bounty. Though the trails are steeper, and the air perhaps thinner at the higher altitudes, it is the wolves who make the living here so great. Daenerys is the Protector of the Realm here - she is a fair and just leader, and I know she would welcome you here if you would like to make Spirane your new home." He turned his head then to look at Inara as he guided her up the trails that led into the heart of the territory. She seemed to be a kind shewolf, if a bit timid and unsure of herself. But perhaps she needed the strength of others to let the brightest parts of herself shine. "Tell me a bit about yourself, Inara?" His voice lifted at the end of the statement, conveying it more so as a question, hoping to learn a bit about this hopeful new recruit to the mountainous realm.