Dinner Date for Old Farts

He seemed to be in a decent mood, something she found she was glad for. It seemed like they were slowly changing together since they'd met that night, and while they might not be better they weren't the same. Mara wasn't at least. Right now she felt like she might be a better wolf than the one who arrived in Boreas some time ago. It was an interesting thought, alien, but not unwelcome.

"Hm," she mumbled, intending to drag out her response despite actually being hungry, but the growl her stomach decided to fill the air with ruined any possibility of feigning disinterest, "Yeah, I might be a bit hungry after all." Laughing softly, she glanced in the direction of the deer in question. "Already have a target picked out or am I here in time for all the fun parts?"