Drop It

You don’t have time for this, you toss the cloth to the floor in front of her. Turning away you begin to eat the remains of a deer you had in the cave. Watching her as you do.

For awhile she simply sits immobile, watching you with wide eyes as if she expected you to tear her limb from limb at any moment. Eventually she began to shiver and finally reached out for the cloth. Pulling it around herself she sat and shivered like a leaf in a storm.

With your thick fur and size you hardly feel the cold of the air but you get the feeling that humans like her feel it much more than you do. You recall how the Elders had often slept in a pile with their females during the cold times.

You wonder if you should try something like that.