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This woman is still a stranger, but Iopah can't help the pleased smile that dances across her features as she hears Coquina run beside her. Despite her general distrust of unknown wolves, she does enjoy companionship. Not all of her history was sorrowful. This wolf is polite, seeming to hold back in her responses as Io does. Not asking for more than Iopah is comfortable sharing.
They approach. Gray ears sweep forward, betraying her eagerness at the expectant meal. This more than she expected for today. Her stomach has been tight for days. Little of any prey is still in the thickets. And what remains is wary, difficult to catch. With so many new wolves in her pack, what little she can catch, or more frequently find, does not go very far. But Iopah is used to hunger. She knows the hunger that eats a body from the inside outside. This? This is manageable.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees Coquina's head lower. Iopah is glad to see the gesture, but not because she really cares about dominance over this female. In the middle of this distant forest it is irrelevant anyways. No. If Coquina trusts her enough to do that then Iopah can let down her guard all that much more.
Iopah grunts in agreement before crouching down to tear at the remains. A fresh kill would be wonderful, but even this was a valuable meal.