[ She shakes her head, lifting her shoulder in an absent gesture. The ease of their friendship - can they call it that? She's not entirely sure - has startled her and her nose wrinkles. Lauralae knows what he is; he is part of the groups that she tries, sternly, to avoid, but he cares for her as she cares for him. A reflection of veiled interest in one another tied with the knowledge that they have an uneasy accord.
She moves once the meat is cut, moving to scrape the last of anything fleshy from the pelts. Maybe she can leather it, turn it into another pelt to tuck something small into. Perhaps she will give one to him - there is not much, but there is enough. For now. ]
You are cleaner than I am.
[ Because she hunts as a beast, snapping their necks with a powerful jaw. ]
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She moves once the meat is cut, moving to scrape the last of anything fleshy from the pelts. Maybe she can leather it, turn it into another pelt to tuck something small into. Perhaps she will give one to him - there is not much, but there is enough. For now. ]
You are cleaner than I am.
[ Because she hunts as a beast, snapping their necks with a powerful jaw. ]