[She does have food--someone was kind enough to give her a box of delicious raw bloody food to chew on--but he doesn't indicate to her that that's what they need, nor does she have a way to articulate that she has this. (And besides, what good carnivore is going to turn down even more food sources?) If he gets close enough, he might smell blood on her. WHOSE IS IT? Who knows, she promises she didn't kill anyone yet.
The clicker still has her attention, all of the training still there. Moving, that word she recognizes, and go, she knows that word too! And she watches his hands. Not with the intention of biting them off just yet, but watching for all the signals he gives. Orders. Direction.
With go in mind, her body practically vibrates, a childish wiggle through her body that sends her tail swiping some pill containers to the floor. She wants to run. Run through the jungle, run after pigs. Outside. Her claws click with impatience, but she'll follow along for now.]
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The clicker still has her attention, all of the training still there. Moving, that word she recognizes, and go, she knows that word too! And she watches his hands. Not with the intention of biting them off just yet, but watching for all the signals he gives. Orders. Direction.
With go in mind, her body practically vibrates, a childish wiggle through her body that sends her tail swiping some pill containers to the floor. She wants to run. Run through the jungle, run after pigs. Outside. Her claws click with impatience, but she'll follow along for now.]