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Domeka's stomach was growling yet again, it often did when she was away from the pack for too long. She figured she ought to learn how to hunt for herself sometime, but it just seemed like so much effort when she could simply get someone else to do it for her. Instead she resumed chewing on her old splintered bone. The marrow was long gone but it was a sort of comfort for her, she'd been carrying it around since she was barely more than a pup after all. She thought for a moment about what she'd do if anyone were to try and steal it, but then it wasn't exactly prime pickings.

Still, the pack had taught her to beware of the rogues, particularly the males who didn't seem to know their place. Growling a little to herself she tucked the bone further under her chest, curling herself around it in the dirt.

A male. Domeka's ears went back and his lips curled up over her teeth as she twitched her eyes around looking for the source. What did a rogue male look like anyway? Scruffy, she supposed, and bigger than those born into the pack. Well no that couldn't be right she decided as her eyes settled on the collared male. He looked just like all the others she'd seen before, if a little stronger. She curled herself tighter around her bone, puffing her coat up as best she could.

She'd always been the runt in the family, compared to many of the other females of the pack she was a weakling but he didn't really need to know that. "This spot's mine," she snarled, "I'm going hunting, don't want you scaring everything off." Well, if there was anything to scare off, she'd never gotten the hang of assessing an area.

"This won't be your area for long," she said between gritted teeth, feeling her heart rate begin to rise. Many things told her to run, but she remembered Manyara's painful instruction that a Nguvu female should not ever lose ground to a male. "My sisters will be coming, we're expanding, you'll have to find somewhere else to piddle around." It was a lie, but even just saying it made her more confident.

Raising her hackles she stood, dropping the discolored bone between her paws. Even upright he dwarfed her, perhaps she'd need to reconsider her strategy if this went any further. It wasn't likely anyone would come looking for her if she didn't return. Maybe she could appeal to his other emotions, since fear seemed pointless.

Huh? Her ears drooped down and for a second Domeka thought she might do well to sprint the other direction, but her stomach was rumbling awfully loud. What was the worst that could happen after all? "Shows what you know," she snipped as she scooped up her bone and trotted after him, "This bone's old, I haven't even hunted anything here." She paused, "And it's not disgusting, it's mine." He didn't know good things when he saw them, it seemed. Not surprising, Manyara always told her males were stupid. Maybe he'd be useful though, two hunters was always better than one especially when one didn't really count.

"What's near the river?" she piped up as she sped to catch up with him, "Fish?" Well, they'd be in the river she supposed, not up on the banks. Unless they were special fish. Her stomach snarled a response to the idea. Well, whatever it was it would be tasty.

"Domeka," she told him, unsure of whether or not to be offended by his explanation. On the one hand, it sounded mean, but really she knew so little about hunting she should probably listen to him. Manyara didn't have to know, she'd get a beating if it got out she was taking a male's advice. "I'm a priestess in the Nguvu'Utwala," she added proudly. It was one of the things she really was good at, making others feel better about themselves. She didn't really know why.

After a moment a thought came to her, "And who are you? I should have asked that first." She mentally slapped herself a bit, trying not to fall behind. Her legs had always been a little shorter than average and it made it hard to keep the same wide quiet steps. She lumbered, but she could keep it up for much longer than most could run.

"I can fish," she said proudly, "So my stomach will hush." Well, except that she didn't really know how to fish, or swim for that matter. Trying to maintain some degree of decorum she trotted down to the bank and stared into the water. She could see fish, but she wasn't quite sure where exactly they were. She didn't want to strike and be wrong after all.

Getting an idea she reared her head back and threw her bone down hard into the water. It caused a big splash but the weight wasn't there anymore and instead of hitting anything like she'd thought it would the bone simply bobbed back up to the surface. The fish had scattered, but she had managed to stun one small one. That was pretty good for a first try.

Feeling proud of herself she pulled her bone back to the shore and then scooped up the fish. It was only a little more than a mouthful but she thought she ought to offer him some anyway. With her face dripping wet she smiled and dropped the fish back by the grasses, "See?"

Baby fish? She pouted, knitting her brow. It wasn't a baby, just perhaps a little on the small side. Though if he was going to get another for her it might be best to just keep her mouth shut about it. With a little shrug she picked up her fish and began to pick it clean, crunching the bones down as she fell onto her haunches. "It tastes like a normal fish," she added quietly, her eyes locked on him. He wasn't doing anything though, was that really how you fished? It looked boring. With a little sigh she began to scratch at a spot behind her ear, thumping the ground with each stroke. "Is it always like that?" she asked, "Or are they hiding?"