Although she was considered a pariah within her own pack she did carry some sort of advantages. She was quite a clever thing, swift when it came to getting the prey to move where it needed to be. Although she enjoyed the chase nothing could compare than sinking her teeth in the prey's jugular and feeling their life drain within her jaws. Even though she wished to prove herself to the spotted jungle cat she knew far better than try to take the lead in this situation. If he wanted to take the kill then so be it, at least she could show she was good at this simple task. It wasn't a hard thing to do really, to herd the weakest link towards the death trap that it would never see coming. As soon as she lined the impala perfectly for the jungle cat she dodged and ran, making a wide perimeter around the spotted cat as it sunk its teeth and claws into the creature. Blue-grey eyes watched as the prey struggled to move, but the weight and force of teeth and claws only caused the creature to die a more slow painful death. As soon as the prey took its last breath, she watched with hidden desire as the beast began to dig in their meal. No. His meal. She had to remind herself as she felt her stomach growl in earnest. She had promised him she would lead him to food, provide him with a meal, and as such she had done what was needed of her. As much as she wanted to take at least a small bite, she willed herself not to take a step forward. Lowering her head, she attempted to step forward, to at least say her goodbye to leave, but was met with a bloody spat. Quickly her scarred frame lowered to the ground, as she took a few tentative steps backwards. Perhaps it was best if she took her leave, and so, she began to turn around. The fragile tether between the two was formed by the hunt, and only would practice and continued methods to make the tether stronger would create a stronger bond between the two- one that might able to mutually benefit one another, but that that would be remains to be known or seen. She was stopped when she heard him offer her a reward and softly she whispered her baffled inquiry.



"Really?"



Confused she turned around, tilting her head to the side. No one rarely offered her any food. When she attended a hunt, she wasn't allowed to participate in the meal formation. Those that didn't even help with the hunt were given first choice as they dined, with the Alpha's permission. By the time they were done with their feast there was hardly anything left, but the few scraps that they all ignored. She was used to getting little and so when his paw points to the rear of the animal. Her pink tongue wiped her jaws, the growl in her stomach only intensified by the meal he was presenting her with. Cautiously she turned around, walking carefully towards it, lowering her tail and ear in a submissive stance. As she approached the half-eaten impala she would turn her head, giving him a weary look not sure if this was a trick or not. She had been misled before...sometimes some members of her pack would urge her to join them, only to be bitten and chased away. Sticking her neck out, pushing her muzzle towards the tender flesh, she tore a piece quickly, eyeing him carefully as she chewed far too fast than she should.



"Thank you."



Her gratitude was quickly given as she eyed the amount of meat had offered her. Seeing how she wasn't being attacked or chased away, her tail swayed side to side as she happily tore into the meat in a frenzy. Her pointed muzzle bathed with the coppery blood as she continued to dig in deeper to his kill. No. Their kill. For a moment she began to ignore him entirely. She hadn't had this much meat before, while in this form. Typically she was only capable of taking down small prey, but not such amount of rabbit or badger or squirrel could make up the amount of meat she was eating. One grey paw was lifted as she pressed down on its side tearing a rather difficult piece off the impala, happily eating and swallowing. However, she was caught off guard and stopped tearing the piece of flesh she had her teeth in. Pulling her muzzle up, lifting her head it would cock to the side. As he seemed to nonchalantly continue to devour the creature, after asking his creepy question, she just stared at him for a moment. Although she did not trust males, or him for that matter, they had successfully hunted together. Even within the animal world that was one of the first signs one could show trust and dependence on the other. She would return to the piece she was attempting to tear out, providing him an honest answer.




"Woods mostly...but I sometimes go to my house...it is...nice."



Feeling her stomach start to get full she would bring her head up looking at her handiwork, as her bloody pink tongue cleaned up some of the blood along her face. She was having a rather hard time getting rid of some of the blood that was stuck in her deep scars that covered nearly the entire left side of her face. Lifting her paw she would lick some of the blood off, completely ignoring the fact she couldn't clean her entire face, as she asked her inquiry as to why he brought up such a false polite topic for conversation.



"Why do you want to know?"

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven