Felicity's curiosity and attention were still mainly devoted to the fighting, though a good chunk of it kept its eyes on the grey wolf. She listened to the few examples given of the ring activities, inwardly curling her lip at the mention of fire but otherwise growing rather excited with the whole thing. It occurred to her that Frost may not approve of her associating herself with these activities, but the thought only mildly amused her and did not deter her decision to someday put herself in the pit.

Felicity's icy eyes flicked back to Raven as the partial-shifter approached and presented the tattered boot. It seemed to mean something to the other wolf, and Felicity cocked her head as she watched the grey wolf cast her eyes out into the rafters. Felicity glanced out as well, but nothing caught her attention and she lost interest quickly as a monstrous (in her opinion) piece of meat was slid right under her nose.

She didn't even bother trying to hide the hunger that took hold of her jaws as the smell filled her nose. She snapped up the meal in seconds, leaving no scraps. It was a very clean process; she inhaled the food without a crumb or drop spared on her muzzle or the table surface. She did refrain from licking the plate, however, despite the juices that had escaped their vessel in the short time it had sat on the plate.

Swiping her tongue around her muzzle, Felicity returned her attention to the grey wolf once again, unashamed of her questionable manners. There was a moment during which the black wolf could have eaten ten times what she had just consumed, despite the physical limitations of her stomach; so great was her hunger with the sudden presence of food after so long without. That desperate hunger faded, however, as her stomach stretched its tight walls to accept its new and unaccustomed burden. Felicity had to fight off nausea as her stomach threatened to reject the food, but she showed no sign of it and her gut soon surrendered. She thought about the pit fights and how they ended according to the grey wolf. It was brutal, but the cruelty of these fights only hardened Felicity's resolve to become a part of them. A failure was only true if its result was death or something close enough to make no matter. With that, a victory was only true if the other option was death. Surely, there were small victories and small failures aplenty in every goal and action, but in the end they all added up to survival and its alternative. That the pit fights embodied, for the most part, these ideals, made Felicity respect them greatly.

As the current fight went on, Felicity found herself more interested in it than the others, without apparent reason. After some long moments absent of conversation, she realized it was because the other wolf was also paying attention to this fight in particular, and Felicity was subconsciously following the twitching of her ears and the glancing toward arena or television. "Do you know one of them?" she asked, guessing at the only predator in the ring to be Raven's companion, if any. The grey wolf's expression was prideful, as well, and the other two beasts were not, in Felicity's opinion, giving anyone reason to be proud of them.

For a while Felicity was silent. Any restlessness had left her as her energy was turned to digesting. She was still slightly tense, but the heat of the place and her full stomach were making her eyes heavy despite all attempts to remain alert. She pointed an ear at Raven in vague interest at her response but did not offer further contribution to the conversation, which was patchy enough in the first place.

OOC: bleh phone post, sorry Dx

Felicity Crow