Sonje by Sie!
They settled for a moment, Sonje gorging and Sepirah taking a more delicate and womanly approach to the meal. The wolfdog didn't mind, figuring that it was more for her, and she hardly paid any attention at all to her hunting partner as she daintily shoveled more and more meat into her mouth. Her stomach churned as a particularly large bite settled uncomfortably on her gullet, and she took this moment to finally cure the long lapse in silence between them. So where are you from?
she asked conversationally, licking her chops and sitting back with a contented lick of her fingers. She wasn't finished eating, but a much slower pace had formed.
I'm not from anywhere myself, born and raised a traveled you know,
she added lightly, waving a piece of flimsy meat in her right hand before snacking on it. She was only using one had to eat now, making the process much slower, but by far more comfortable on her belly.