cry a little

Muses tilted her head, curious, waiting for the youth to continue. He was hungry, but she did not immediately register an offer to help him. Hunting had been a joy she had been begrudgingly allowed to partake in, yet she had been forbidden from joining official hunting groups, or hunting beyond a certain range. Her role, first and foremost, was as a priestess. Although it no longer applied to her, it was a difficult mindset to shake. Rust tipped ears twitching sympathetically, she considered the male's situation for a moment. His size and build would have made him a poor choice as a hunter, but paired with an adept partner, he could be formidable; the kind of wolf to take down moose rather than rabbits. With just the two of them, however, they would have to hope to come across prey that they could realistically take down together.

"I don't know the area well," She hesitated, hoping to offer him full disclosure. Hunters often ran with adrenaline surging through them, and sometimes things could get heated between hunting wolves. Should he redirect his frustrations onto her, she would be torn apart. "But we can hunt together to find something to fill our bellies." Now that she thought about it, she was feeling rather hungry herself. She would need sustenance sooner than later, and hunting with someone else would ensure it could happen. "Are you... are you on your own as well?" This was her first admission of being alone in the world, and she hesitantly sought someone to connect to.