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Caillen Winters · 02-14-2011, 12:20 PM

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Talitha didn't seem to mind the insistence of his stomach, as it nagged him mercilessly about its emptiness. After the rumble came a familiar ache, that dulled as the moment passed. It felt as though it had been many days since he had finished off his final reserves of food - strips of dried and cured deer meet that had tasted like old leather, taken from a lucky kill made before the snowstorm had hit. The doe had snagged her foot in one of his snares, and in an effort to break free, had unluckily broken her neck. Normally, his little traps were useless for anything larger than the rangy but delicious hares that remained during the winter season.

To the husky swell of her voice, a voice that was beginning to ingrain itself in the coils of Caillen's mind, the primed young male lifted his ears alertly. Her question went unsaid - his stomach had answered it well enough. Regardless, the mottled Wolfdog was reluctant to face the prospect of moving from where they were. Not only was the overhang a valuable escape from the unkind elements, Talitha continued to snuggle herself against him, and well. He was only mortal, after all.

But still, that hunger gnawed at his insides, and the brute found himself thinking eagerly of his waiting snares. The thought of food made his mouth water. "How are ye feeling now?" The baritone swell of its voice had abandoned its previous flustered stutter in place of a stronger note. "If you are well enough, I hae snares in the lower country, nae far from here," light blue eyes, pure in hue, gazed almost dotingly at her. She had, after all, just been lying semi unconscious in the snow. "I would nae mind carrying ye tae them, if it pleases m'Lady?"

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