Mika sat there, tossing the make-shift plate to the ground. "I said I didn't want any..." Mika growled lightly. It was more of irritation than aggression. "Besides, if i'm going to eat something, its going to be cooked over a wood fire, not by the hands of a demon...I like the smoky flavor..." Mika sat back down, tossing her head back again, onto the plush grass. It was slightly irritating, that she had to introduce herself again, but formalities and what not.<br/><br/>She sighed, closing her eyes, remembering her make-shift home back in the woods. She didn't want to know what they'd done to her things anymore. It was in the past now. "I am known as Mika..." she spoke softly, her voice like a gentle whisper on the wind. She was not like most lycan, and hated few species for being what they were, besides humans. She hadn't trusted humans in decades, though her body looked no older than two(decades) at the most.