As she reached for the rabbit, she heard him say his name. So it was Izaya...interesting. "I am called Xerxes. But you already know that." She sits down on a log, and takes a bite out of the hot meat, not even registering the heat of the cooked rabbit on her tongue. It had been so long since she'd had anything even half way as edible as this, and within moments it was gone, she had devoured it like a starved wolf, cleaning the meat away from the bones within a matter of minutes. Even with how fast she ate, surprisingly she did not get any mess on herself, her mouth was clean, and the only grime was on the tip of her fingers. Following the rabbit was the berries, which were sweet and juicy.<br/><br/>Her stomach was finally satisfied, and she was now at her optimal. Things that seemed dark and dreary for her in the future now had a glimmer of something a bit brighter. She knew she would survive. It was funny what a simple good meal could do for someone's outlook on life. Xerxes now saw this, and knew.<br/><br/>Glancing over at him, before staring in to the pit of the fire that was burning, she wondered a bit, the flames reflected in her eyes. The burning element was warm to her, just barely so, but right then she could feel its warmth, when before she could feel nearly nothing at all. Was this what it meant to feel hope? Taking a deep breath she speaks up. "Why were you with them? The humans? Why did it seem you were working for them? They seemed to think that you were on their side, yet they knew that you were like me...So why? Was it only to just get this far? Were you just using them?" She looks over at him, nothing really showing in her eyes, nor was their any questioning tones in her voice. In fact, it sounded more like she was making a statement, rather than asking Izaya why he had done what he had. She wanted to know, wanted it to make sense. If he didn't want to answer, that was his choice, but she would rather he answer what she'd asked.<br/><br/>She waited, and she listened to the sounds around them as she did. For the time being all she could hear were the sounds of the forest, birds and animals. Despite the snow storm from earlier, they were still quite active. Here and there she heard the soft thumps of when a large pile of snow falls from a branch to the ground below, and also the sounds of a tree branch cracking and breaking apart from the trunk. Drips of water from icicles to stone. The trickling of a stream, that was mainly covered in ice. A hoofed animal pulling bark from a tree trunk. And, just barely...the tell tale sound of footsteps in the far distance.