ghost inside my chest

"Wren, by the way."

She had glanced away as he ripped a chunk of meat and tossed it to his companions. Before he dove in himself, she gave her name to him. It was the polite thing to do, she thought. Considering they had hunted together and brought down prey successfully. Her blue eyes returned to his red ones. He was good at direction, speed and had skills. So there was no fuss to be made.

"I don't have a pack" but he probably guessed that already by her smell "just hunting to feed myself. Take more if you need it for your own, I don't feel like lugging meat everywhere with me" she smirked at him "I don't eat a lot, so don't feel bad about it." She didn't think he'd second guess her words though. He seemed to be reasonable for his age.

"Speech"