Something inside her was telling her to stop. Was it him? It felt like the strange wolf from the forest pack. He was telling her it was wrong. It made her skin crawl. How could it be wrong? Draygo was right - fun couldnt be wrong. Having fun was never bad. So why did she suddenly feel as if she needed to crawl out of there? If she could, she would have eaten the feelings so they couldn't ruin her fun but ah, they remained.

She wanted to stay. She did her best to stay focused on the strange male and his toy; she couldn't help but feel comfortable around the warmth of a kill and the adrenaline that came with each new exploration of the body. Yet she also couldn't shake the feeling that had latched onto her; she hated it. Whatever it was, she hated the way it made her head feel like it was splitting into two. "Mmm, I want to stay and play! But I can't..." she practically whined as he nosed at the eye; she flopped dramatically onto her side, seemed to squirm as her brows furrowed in an attempt to shake away the feeling of needing to leave. "If I call for you, will you come play again?" Her eyes opened - with her now on her back - as she gazed up at him and into the eye he held.

"I'll find us something good!" She grinned, her voice full of eagerness as she suddenly flipped onto her tummy instead. Her paws were itchy with the need to go but she wanted to be sure she'd be able to find him again. She breathed in deep to find his scent among the blood and sinew and sighed with relief when she could find it. He was her first real friend after all. He was tangible, warm. Real.