The girl removed the mouse promptly from his sight, and Unatsi shuddered as he swallowed reflexively, his gullet wanting a little yummy mouse of its own to slide down. He was glad that she didn’t bother him with more questions he wouldn’t be able to answer; if she prodded too hard at his faith, he might find it slipping away from what little sense it made to him. This was starvation, after all, even if they called it fasting, and even if it did have a good and spiritual reason behind it. He just hoped that he didn’t suffer any ill effects, and that maybe he’d be stronger next time—if there was a next time.
Instead, the golden wolfdog agreed with him, and Una grunted once in amusement. He eyed her for a second and managed to speak up after his little breakdown. “Well, if I’m going to deliver wapiti meat, I’ll have to know your name and where you live,” he said with a smile that, while small, was bright and showed a hint of life that he hadn’t thus far.
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