A Momentary Rest

His response was short and simple. He was smart enough to know better than to elaborate on the location of a secretive pack... but she rather doubted that, given his bright and open expression. She wouldn't assume he was stupid, just inexperienced: he was still innocent and naive enough to trust a complete stranger in open territory. Hmmming softly, Kuwindwa cast one last cautious glance at her environs before settling onto her haunches. The boy's last comment seemed to be a general statement.

Uncertain what he meant (she assumed he meant wherever they were), Kuwindwa hmmed one more time as her head tilted gently. Her eyes softened a little as she seemed to come to a decision. Righting her head, she spoke evenly in agreement: "Yes, I suppose it is. Who are you?" There was a brief pause before she offered: "I am called Kuwindwa." It wasn't even her name. But he didn't know that. Still, it felt strange to speak the name she had given herself all that time ago aloud. Indeed, she was fairly certain it was her first time speaking it outside her own thoughts. How odd it felt. So very final. Not only that, but she had just told him that she was called hunted. Granted, she knew of no others who spoke the old language of her pack - who would know the traditions of naming of her kin. Even so, the way her stomach lurched with the idea was a little unexpected.