Still Life On The Water

Mæva really was baffled by the other wolf's behavior but if she didn't want the bird then Mae would take it and make sure it didn't go to waste. She didn't blink at the mispronunciation of her name, that was pretty typical so she offered an easier alternative. "Nice to meet you, Sidero. You can call me Mae. We could split the bird, but if you really don't want it I can take it." Mæva had learned how to dry and partially preserve meat for a later time. Besides, maybe her dad would be hungry and want to eat it.

Mæva flopped down on her side onto a bed of tall grass, sending a few quail bursting into the sky as they fled. "So, Sidero, do you live around here or are you just visiting?" Mæva didn't have anything else to do so she figured she'd try and strike up a conversation.