"N-no thanks." Adelaida tried to smile, but a fire was simply too scary. Wolves were not meant to have fire, and in order to build one a wolf had to shift, needed opposable thumbs. She did not wish to see Ril’o that way, not now and not ever. Adelaida could live with wet, cold fur and uncooked meat. It was the way life worked and she was happiest being so simple. Gratefully she took the bird from him and became to eat. With each swallowed bite her stomach screamed for more, it did not take kindly to her days of fasting and would work twice as hard to squeeze every bit of nutrients from the meat she consumed now.
So busily did she eat, she almost for got mostly about Ril’o. Only when there was a barely anything left on the bones did she look up and realized how quickly she had devoured his prey. “Sorry Ril’o! You didn’t get any… you can have the r-rest.” Secretly she wished that he would not take it back, the pathetic amount of meat that was left. Her stomach still craved it, and the bones too could be eaten and put to use inside her body. However it was his and she did not intend on robbing him, completely, of what belonged to him. Nervously, she waited for his decision, embarrassed at eating so ravenously in front of him but unable to forget the morsels laying at her feet.
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