Mamas... Hm... Anippe began to wonder to herself, why plural? Perhaps this child's kind were raised communally, instead of one mother per litter. Maybe if she proved her worth, she would be integrated into this society of moms. It would prove a difficult challenge to assert herself to top matriarch, but perhaps it was possible... The Kelahati caught herself in the middle of her daydream and realized she had likely been stuck in her own mind for too long.
She focused her eyes on the boy in front of her, looking into his chilly gaze. Something about those ice-cold eyes warmed her heart, as a sneaky little smile crept along her lips, her whole face turning six shades rosier.
She leaned down to grab a nibble of bread, breaking off a nicely sized chunk.
"Alright, I suppose I could try it," she began, voice sweeter than honey.
She swiftly popped the still-warm piece into her mouth and chewed.
This isn't good, she thought.
This is wonderful.
Sticking around for dinner sounds really nice...
She swallowed forcefully, frantic about the implications of her thoughts.
"B-but aren't you afraid of inviting someone violent like me to your, er, mamas? I'd much rather you invite this one. She tried to help, and-- .... Er, did I get your name? Dog child?" She motions her colossal paw toward Jenna.
"Oh, right, it's rude to ask someone's name before giving your own... I'm Anippe Anmuth. I'm a traveler."
