don't want to die without any scars

The scent of food suddenly filled Morgawr's nostrils. She veered her path to go towards the delicious smell. She wasn't really all that hungry, but she was curious to see what was up. Truthfully, she just wasn't thinking. "Hey, can I have some of that?" she called to the wolf who was hunched over it as she came up behind him, posture casually confident and tail low and wagging gently. She was only asking. And maybe it made her kind of spoiled that she just asked for someone else's food without thinking, considering she didn't actually need it. But she was bored and tired of being alone and she wanted to have a nice meal with someone else. He could say no and she'd probably do nothing at all about it, so long as he wasn't rude about it.

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