Perfectly golden or a bit of char on yours?

The day was lovely and it was just cool enough in the shade for Isa to cook up a few morsels for any that might pass. There were a few bits of meat in the stores that had been on the verge of turning and she wouldn't want anyone's hard work to go to waste. Some of the meat she could cut into strips and turn into jerky, others she could cook up and anyone who was hungry could fill their bellies.

Having stoked the fire to get the coals red and hot, Isa was just about to lay another batch of meat on it when a voice behind her sounded. Turning her kind blue eyes towards the boy, Isa smiled and waved him forward with one paw. "I'm cooking the meat from the stores that was close to going bad. You can have some if you'd like." One pale paw motioned to a slab of thin slate that held a few pieces of cooked venison that she'd already dealt with. If the boy was interested in more than that, she would gladly teach him.

"My name is Isa. Who might you be?" His scent was similar to Andromeda and Sirius and she wondered if they might be related. Once she asked that, the woman spoke again. "Would you like to help?" Maybe he was looking for something to do.

"Isa"