She chuckled when the conversation turned naturally to food and replied after her friend's voice trailed away "Yes you probably should, it's making me hungry."
She turned to look at her, frowned at her posture and sat up starting to ask "Is something wr-aah" A feral had jumped at her when her back had been turned, a crude stone knife in hand. She cursed foully and shook it off quickly enough, pushing it off the wagon, but not before collecting a series of scratches along on arm. The spidersilk had protected her from the knife.
"Damn ferals." she leaned out to see if there were any more of them, unsurprisingly, she was yanked out of the moving wagon almost immediately.
There were lots more. She didn't have time to count but at a guess, about 15 of them, maybe a few more How the hell had they managed to hide?!
((Yep she can be pretty stupid

