She watched as he awkwardly hopped toward the kill, tentatively looking it over as if this were some sort of trick. Ah, that would be amusing, wouldn't it. But alas, there was no trickery involved, she merely wanted the child to eat before he quite literally blew away. He thanked her respectfully and began to nibble on the kill. Sendoa watched idly, hoping it might add some much-needed fat to his girth. "You're welcome," she would respond without much sentiment. It was nothing, really, she'd merely offered him her scraps. He then asked if he could ask her something, to which she would nod and respond. "Go ahead," she prompted him. There was nothing wrong with asking a question, though that didn't mean she would give him an answer - or an honest one at that. Curiously she wondered what he might ask, allowing her chin to fall upon her front paws - still stained with crimson after her kill and subsequent meal. Ah, did she love the taste and appearance of blood - it was arousing and intoxicating.
