The boy slunk over as if the woman was going to beat hm. Deuces eyes softened further. "What has happened to make you so timid, boy?" By now, she'd decided that he was perhaps foriegn, since he didn't seem to understand her words. She spoke more for herself, and to hopefully soothe him with her soft tone. That was something that had always worked for the wolves she'd taken care of.
She reached into her pack slowly with her free hand, pulling out some dried venison. She'd taken it from a kill and smoked it so she wouldn't have to attempt to hunt on her own. She offered it to the boy slowly, wanting him to know that they were friends. She was friendly. She didn't want to hurt him. Not now that she could see he was no threat to the herd.
