He had noticed the rush of blood under her cold skin. It was an odd thing to be hung-up on, shame, but he liked blatant weaknesses. For her sake, he held her in such a way that she was as far from his body as possible, so the others could peer best they wanted. He was already devising other ways to torment her, based on this flattering modesty. He suspect she was aching to turn back to her four-legged form.<br/><br/>It was hard to miss when her weary attention on his bared form came to a sharp peak at the bowl. She'd not had many basic needs met today, after meeting him. The had the readily available food perched in his lap, exactly where he'd have her sit close to him on the horse. He had another piece of meat with the bread, while he watched her, standing close. He was a leader with a purpose, but he didn't sneeze at the benefits of his rank. His limb had calmed down, but her disadvantage did speak to the potions in his blood, and perhaps it wake to life again, and spill the bowl.<br/><br/>"Aren't you hungry?" he posed, looking her naked body over. At this moment, her particularly like the triangle at the apex of her legs. Her skin wasn't so rigid anymore, at least not from the weather. With the fire and insulation, the tent was pleasant. Raud leaned back without compromising the balance of the served up food. The raise of one corner of his mouth was playful, but his expressions were usually darkened by the nature of the bones in his face, which made every set menacing, no matter how merry. Egil had spearheaded a bloodline of warriors, after all.<br/><br/>"I am sure you're missing your wolf." he mused and his voice was pleasant, agreeable. "You should come have some food on all your fours." he suggested, as though that would be a perfect compromise between the form she'd like to take, while he still got to enjoy her nudity. He moved his legs slightly, and watched the contents of the bowl slosh, almost over the side. He tore more bread with his teeth and then tossed the handfull he had left into the steaming, meaty meal as well. "You can lick it clean if you want. I'll hold your hair back and pet you."<br/><br/>This was new for Raud too, though not as unpleasant from his side. His father had him take lovers, but it had been to teach the boy of desires, and motivate him during raids. Any recreational fucking had been met with judgement. He'd also never kept a pet or a friend that wasn't also a lieutenant. How common was it that he was looking forward to seeing what he could confide in his new friend, as well as beating her into her place?