Change is a cruel cruel thing

Theta’s head lifted as the smell of dead rabbit drifted through the air. She hadn’t been making much of an effort to go hunt for food herself, in favor of avoiding as many wolves as she could. As her father laid the rabbit down in front of her she gladly started eating it. He laid down in front of her which confused her a bit. Her dad clearly wanted to talk to her about something, what in specific she wasn’t sure yet. Theta wasn’t positive that she would feel comfortable if he started talking to her about her mood as of late, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Looking at her father she said “You didn’t just find me to deliver food did you?”