Great! For clarification, the building they are in is called the Town Hall, it's a crude, square building, and not the Chief's hut. He lives there for the moment because a storm knocked over his hut. The shelves and inside of the hall are also quite crude, because they were created when the pack had no craftsmen, so they are sort of "home-made" in style. You might want to edit that!
I would like another round of posts between us to clarify her request In Character, but you are officially a member now, and can make new threads etc.
She awoke, finally, as he continued to feed her water. A feeble hand rose to take the spoon from him and he let her, moving to fetch the pieces of fish he had brought, to hand it to her. The spoon fell to the ground and she motioned for it apologetically, but Dawali didn't pay it much heed. Handing the female the dried fish, he nodded slowly to her first question. This building was indeed one of the safer places around these parts, but safety was relative. However, AniWaya had few enemies, and most saw them as no threat. The female was certainly safe here.
She appeared to wake more and more and looked around. Pleased with her waking up, Dawali handed her his leather water pouch for her to drink from. Hopefully she was able to hold it on her own. It seemed to him that she would recover nicely once this initial fatigue was overcome. His thoughts stopped churning the questions regarding why she was here, however, when she asked him if she could stay. Slightly surprised, the male studied her for a moment. It was a rather straightforward question, and he wondered how she justified asking it. Perhaps desperation had driven her thus far; it was a powerful force, and Dawali knew nothing about her history. "I know nothing of you." he said, bluntly. His deep voice was hushed and kind, but there was little doubt that he held authority in the tribe. "Tell me your name. How can you repay us for letting you stay? What skills can we benefit from, by having you here?" It was direct and perhaps cold to ask such questions after having saved her life in this manner, but he could not afford any pair of hands right now who could not aid their recovery from the recent crisis. The death of Theodoric still stung in his heart when he thought of it, and if he was to succeed in his mission to build stronger and better huts for everyone, to endure any storm, he would need handy members, and not members that required time and nurturing before they became useful to the tribe.
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