He nuzzled against her softly, hackles raising briefly. She might be going along with this act, but she most certainly didn't trust him. It was only the fact that she might be able to get something out of him that kept her where she was, not pulling away from his nuzzle. She ate another piece before turning, passing a bite over for him to eat. Licking her lips she settled back down, noting the suspicion in his eyes. So it looked like he was finally starting to piece things together.
Shivering she looked up. I hate wolves. They're all so... Actual darkness spun through her voice this time. She wasn't speaking from a lie this time, the experiences she'd held at their hands playing through. Her dirty blood, keeping her apart from them, attacking her and driving her away. A shudder ran through her body, not faked this time. Looking back down to the turkey Terra found that her appetite was lost now. She'd managed to take a large portion of it, but she pushed it away, unable to eat anymore.
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