['Cool' is not the term Thrall would use, but he's accustomed to Hiro's odd expressions now. He's been called cool and awesome a few times. It's... cute. He can sense a sort of darkness about the town, he has since he came in, but the specifics are lost on him. He might ask later.]
She doesn't remember. Perhaps they took her the same way they took us. [Snowsong licks Hiro's hands with her big pink tongue but she doesn't go for his face. Now that she's sufficiently covered him in wolf spit, she shakes herself out and sniffs at the ground.
Thrall pats her flank, then holds up the bag with his other hand.]
action;
She doesn't remember. Perhaps they took her the same way they took us. [Snowsong licks Hiro's hands with her big pink tongue but she doesn't go for his face. Now that she's sufficiently covered him in wolf spit, she shakes herself out and sniffs at the ground.
Thrall pats her flank, then holds up the bag with his other hand.]
Meat and potatoes, an adequate staple.