Still Life On The Water

Mæva beamed with pride over her success at saving the woman and killing the bird so efficiently. She was really getting good at hunting. Her smile soon turned into confusion as the other woman shrank away from her and whined.

Mæva's head tilted to the side at the other woman's body language as well as her words. She'd never seen anyone react to her that way and having been essentially raised by the wilds she wasn't sure how to react. "Hey, it's ok. I won't hurt you and I'm not hungry. I killed the bird to rescue you and you look like you could use a meal more than me. I'm Mæva Adravendi. What's your name?" She fell back on the usual pleasantries. Names were good, weather was good, and then maybe she could get a read on the other woman. Mæva's ears flicked forward as a number of birds in the grasses suddenly took off into the air.