A topaz optic watched the bird with interest, tilting her head in curiosity. Though they seemed nice and civil, this type of avian Altair never really had encountered. Or, perhaps she had but they never really had a conversation with her. Maybe her old parents, perhaps? However, the she-wolf didn't doddle on these types of questions for the most part. A small smile went across the canine's lips, indicating her gentle and happy nature.
"You're welcome," She said, watching the harpy tear into the carcass. Though, what shocked her was she didn't finish her kill; instead moving it over to her. The act was very kind as the yearling ripped into the flesh, making sure to keep her manners while she ate; despite blood staining her muzzle as the crimson against her alabaster coat stuck out like a sore paw. When she had eaten a tiny bit of her meal, her eye landed back onto Celaeno. "Thank you for the meal, it's appreciated." When she was asked her name, she gave it to her warmly. "My name's Altair. Hopefully the cold isn't bothering you that much, I'm sure you're flying South soon?" She asked, her curious nature wanting to ask questions despite the obvious nature of some of them. To her, it at least broke the ice if not by much; but, it was better than nothing and helped take her mind off the bitter cold for at least a little while.
