Treena wanted to be mad. She wanted to tear Ash’s throat out, yell at him until he listened, make him understand the fear he had put her through. Instead she placed her head in his shoulder, whimpering like a pup. Her tail was beneath both legs, still shook up from the previous event. She had tried to protect him, but then he had gone against orders and took down the deer anyways. He had done it for her, but she needed his comfort more than anything. She wanted to give him the silent treatment, keep her perfectly portioned muzzle clamped shut until he apologised. But, what was there to apologize for? He had caught the deer for her, but now she didn’t want it. She wanted to be stubborn, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t in her nature, not a personality trait she owned. Instead she pulled away for a second, fighting the voice that screamed for her to pull closer. Looking into his eyes, the she-wolf mustered up all the strength she had. <b>“Don’t do that ever again.”</b> Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she lost her will-power, and let the magnetic pull tug her closer to the large male.
The meal meant nothing, for now she wanted to make sure he was okay. <b>“I’m fine.”</b> She investigated his wounds, taking extra time on his back-leg. She was careful not to touch it, but really she had no idea if it was healthy or not, if it would heal or not. She couldn’t tell. Pouting a little, she resorted to asking. <b>“Are you okay?” </b>
She didn’t trust his word. He could lie. Pretend like taking down the beast had been nothing. She wouldn’t believe him, but maybe she’d get some comfort from it. Taking a step back, she pushed the food towards Ash, letting him choose what piece he wanted first.