She likes his comparison to big cats better than hers about wolves - if only because, though she had first learned to hunt as a wolf herself, she had become fond of lions and tigers and snow leopards. These thoughts don't carry the same pain as they did months ago, though there's still some uncomfortable nostalgia. She's not as useless trapped in this form as she once believed but that doesn't mean having claws isn't occasionally very handy.
(Or better eyesight to see when your face is close to a branch)
And though she certainly thinks the creatures are still strange, she can’t begrudge the colt for the satisfaction that seems to come from this line of thinking so she nods and offers an enthusiastic “Yeah!” in agreement, a small smile lighting up her own features in response to his.
She briefly considers changing the subject, though she doesn’t entirely mind this - standing in blackness, speaking to a colt about monsters and other dark things was as good of a way to pass the time and implant new memories over top of old fears. A little more of her fear does slip out every now and then, and she starts to believe that she is capable of surviving a visit to this forest without having to shift herself into something frightening.
Since the colt seems to be doing more thinking about the creatures than she has, she decides he might just have already thought about the next question that came to her mind. “Do you think they’ll stick around when the sun comes back? A new predator for us to watch for in the night?” It had always been a matter of when for Mazikeen. Something was going to shift in the world, things were going to teeter back to how they had been, or close to it. This land couldn’t just die - she refused to believe that was possible.
@[Reave]