Frostbite felt a tinge of unease. after all, she was dealing with a wild animal here. he was strong, she could tell. so she had two options, bring him home and convince him to live the pack life, or bring baskets home. was he the straight forward kind of guy, or did he like to play games? it was a critical decision that she had to get right, because she got the feeling that he was not the kind that took well to being offended. for now she would be tricky, because she was just in a tricky sort of mood.
Frost bite turned and walked away as if she had simply lost interest in the conversation. besides, it was weird to talk next to the dead carcass of your meal.
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