It was nice to see someone being so happy, she thought to herself. Almost infectious, in a way - her chest did a fun little fluttering thing and her own smile grew, pleased that she'd seemed to make him so happy.
"Better than me," she told him, settling on her belly in the sand with the pika between them. "I cannot catch things. Only a - ehm, come si chiama...? - a moose? A muse?" Her nose wrinkled again as she tried to come up with the right word for it. "Un topo. Small gray thing."
She took a bite of the pika and hummed with delight, tail thumping the ground happily. She had been very hungry, but she hadn't realized it til now.
"Better than me," she told him, settling on her belly in the sand with the pika between them. "I cannot catch things. Only a - ehm, come si chiama...? - a moose? A muse?" Her nose wrinkled again as she tried to come up with the right word for it. "Un topo. Small gray thing."
She took a bite of the pika and hummed with delight, tail thumping the ground happily. She had been very hungry, but she hadn't realized it til now.