Whatever doubts Miskwaa had for her companion lessened as she watched him in action, his movements quick and purposeful. The bumbling beaver noticed Veho's approach and scrambled towards the lake, but the slate-colored wolf was quick to cut off the beaver in its retreat. With a bark he herded the frantic creature right to her and Miskwaa bolted forward, kicking up pebbles and dust as she flew forward. For a creature that had initially seemed so stout and clumsy, the beaver was rather agile — or at least faster than Miskwaa would have initially estimated based on appearances. Upon seeing her, the aquatic mammal recalculated its path, trying to evade her. Unfortunately for it, Miskwaa held the clear advantage on land and she caught up to it quickly, jaws clamping forcefully upon the creature's neck. For a few moments, it struggled against her grip...

And then there was a solid crack and the creature fell still, Miskwaa slowing to a stop some feet from the water's edge. Breathing heavily, the woman paused for a minute, gold eyes staring intently at the ground before her as she caught her breath and still the exciting beating of her heart. Then finally she dropped the creature at her feet and turned to face the larger man, giving him a dutiful nod: “Nicely done.” She shuffled a little awkwardly, giving the downed animal some space so as not to appear too possessive of the thing — if he thought her a selfish traitor, she may not get any of their kill. As it was, Miskwaa eyed him warily, sparing the kill a longing glance. Greed told her to tear into the catch, to take what she needed before Veho could protest... But instinct told her this would be a foolish move to make and she kept stonily still, jaws clenched as she conceded their kill to him: “After you.” It hurt her pride to do so, but she was too smart to risk a scuffle over something so small.

He resonated her approval, though Veho's disposition was far warmer than her own. Every word spoken and action taken thus far had left a good impression in her mind, and were Miskwaa not so detached she may have considered him something of a friend... As it was, he remained a stranger to her and in spite of his kindness, Miskwaa remained uncomfortable and uncertain, searching the man's pale gray eyes in measured silence. After a moment, her brows pushed together in confusion, though the smaller wolf felt no need to voice her questions to him. If he was content to put himself at a disadvantage in what could be a cruel, unpredictable world, Miskwaa would not argue with him.

Instead, she remarked evenly, “You have my gratitude,” and promptly dug into their kill. She situated herself so that both paws held down the creature while her teeth worked on the tender flesh of its belly, ripping and tearing to expose the meat within. Quickly and precisely she worked at the carcass before her, pulling at the bloody torso and taking a few bites. When the beaver's chest cavity was cleared of delectable organs (heart and lungs, protective muscles along the ribs), Miskwaa pulled back with lips painted dark red and a look of satisfaction. “Your turn.” And she stepped resolutely back, giving him control of the carcass. After all, the woman had eaten her fill and it only seemed fair to give him the half of the carcass that remained, selfish as she was apt to be, only interrupting his feast with a question: “Thank you for your help, by the way. Before I go, can you tell me whereabouts you're headed? If I find myself in your neck of the woods, I'll keep an eye out.” Veho seemed a valuable, worthy ally to have, after all, and though Miskwaa would not go out of her way to seek him out, she did think it a smart idea to knew where she could find a friendly face if she ever needed the help.