She did not necessarily want to eat coyote, gamey and foul as it was, though that thought of canid resemblance didn't tickle the same place in her head. Food was food. Perhaps that was the urchin speaking. She would've eaten a great many unconventional things if it meant she'd get to stifle the ache of hunger. Right now, it felt like there were few other things she could catch, and the carrion sat wasted in the clearing... She hadn't eaten in a while.

The stranger asked her a question she was unused to. Sat down casually across. She matched that same nonchalance, let out a brief sniff, catching up on the breaths she'd deprived herself of in her meltdown. "...Do you.. offer it?" She asks with a crook of her head, once pearly paws shuffled against the dirt, unable to still. Why would he offer anything to her? She did not have anything to offer him.

Still. Stranger or not, the wretch was strangely comforted by the presence of another, even if he hadn't said all that much, she was prone to easy trust. She always had been, to be alone was to be in that terrible, clouded place. Unfocused and scattered.

Even if it felt so good to sate it. It overpowered. She detested it.