Beginning

"I must thank you, Chrono. But I will have my fill later," she would say, smiling at him. Her hunger had almost gone away, really. Speaking to this male had taken most of her attention, and she enjoyed this conversation with one of her pack mates. Her ears would perk at his question, Misha giving the answer that she would give him some thought. What am I good at? She ran over her options again, not having much to ever impress with. "Well, singing, swimming, and climbing, really. I'm not good at the natural things, such as hunting, and stuff like that." She had no reason to lie, she told him all of the truth. Of how shitty she was at life.