Terra listened to his lies, giggling slightly despite the pain it wracked through her chest. It was so obvious he was here for a meal just like she was. With Trent's eyes on the ground Terra knew that it hadn't occurred to him to question why she was there, too busy trying to defend his own shy shaky honor. The last part had her actually burst outright into laughter, sending her coughing and struggling to breath. While-you're here... The words were choked out as she laid down on the ground, trying to remember how to breathe.
It took a long time, but the pain finally faded, allowing her to take in ragged breaths. Terra pulled her shaking body up. She tore a piece of meat and started chewing on it. You'll need to add a rabbit to that list of things to hunt. Terra managed a weak smile, wishing that she didn't hurt so much. There was so much she could be doing, playing and running and hunting. Instead she was hurt and forced to eat from stores that belonged to the pack, even if it was there for such an occasion.
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