one step of a million

Movement caught her eye and she looked up. Licking her chops free of stray fish meat and blood, she locked eyes with another blue-eyed woman. Though, she wasn't exactly a woman. If she had to guess, it was a yearling, but Wren wasn't good at determining age. The girl seemed a bit intent on a meal if she also had to guess. "Hey" she said now, addressing the other canine with a neutral tone. She wasn't intimidated nor was she threatened by a wolf drawn to the scent of her meal.

It was natural, and the girl was just looking. She hadn't darted forward and tried to grab it. She hadn't done anything that warranted a snarl. "You hungry?" And out of the goodness of her heart, Wren tried. She couldn't just... leave someone hungry alone. It wasn't in her nature. "I can catch another one if you want." Or maybe, she could try to teach her. Like she had to been taught so many moons ago. The thought was fleeting - pride, regret, sadness. But she moved on past it.