Zane sighed, whatever warmth Owlet had been showing was gone. She moved away from the fire and watched him from the inconstant shadows. 'Well' he thought, 'what can I do to make things less strained. This storm could be a very bad one so I might be stuck here for a while, I need to make things at least a little peaceful'.
Zane's ears constantly shifted directions, straining for every slight sound. The howl of the wind outside, the slight drip from a piece of melting ice, the grumbling of Owlet, the- Huh? Zane's ears focused on Owlet, at first thought he guess she had growled. After a few minutes there was the noise again. While she had growled, it was her stomach not her throat that issued the rumbling moan. Maybe, just maybe.
Thinking about what he could do to help, he remembered the food he had in is bag and the cooking dish. Moving from his place at the fire, Zane retrieved the metalware from his pack and stepped outside. It was already snowing heavily. Zane spent the next few minutes scooping snow off the frozen waterfall until the pot was two thirds full.
Once back inside he used two of his arrows to adjust the burning logs in the fire to make the warmth fire into a cooking fire. it wasn't long before the snow in the pot had melted and Zane was digging through his bag for dried meats, herbs, vegetables, and his cooking wine. Zane didn't have a need to eat as long as he had water, the only reason he carried food was for travelers he met, he would make a meal and exchange stories, needless to say, he had a fair amount of skill cooking.
Moving diligently, he set about making a venison soup. As he cooked, he could hear Owlet's stomach growling a little louder every few minutes. He smiled, this meal was entirely for her. It was twenty minutes after he started that the soup was ready. Zane pulled a small bowl out of his bag and poured some soup into it, setting his spoon into the soup, he brought it over to her.
"I figured you might be hungry, So I made you something. Eat it or not the choice is yours" he sat the soup next to her, "maybe when you are full we could talk, perhaps get to know each other better, I doubt the storm will let up anytime soon and it will help to pass the time." he went and sat down next to the fire but called out to her again, "I am guest in your home, if there is anything you wish to know about me, anything at all, ask. I'm an open book so to say."