Embarrassed

Before Stella could attempt to answer, her stomach did the answering for her with a grumble. A soft pink flush crossed her pale face as she slid the cloth back into her bag. Nodding, she gestured to the bag. "Meat." She said, though it sounded more like she said mitt.

Grabbing the wrapped up raccoon, she held it up and blood seemed to seep through the cloth. It made a dark stain along the bottom. "Skin. Cook." Single words were the best she could do at the moment, but she hoped the intention got across to Nataya. "Fresh."

Her stomach growled again. "Yes..." She finally answered to the offer of fruit, her blush darkening with embarrassment.