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Almost immediately there was an attempt on Furiosa's part to detect the weakness of her target. It was fairly easy to find, and most obvious when he didn't look directly at her. The wolf slithered forward, taking advantage of his momentary obedience so that she might come to stand nearer. She looked at him, with her black eyes which could very well have been just as unseeing, and surmised that he had come to inflict his misfortune on everyone else. Though clearly not fond towards perceivable weakness, Osa was cautiously aware that she was not well fed, or at all energetic enough to try and murder anything but something smaller and weaker than herself. She wasn't keen on wolf meat either.

"You tell me what's there to sing about, and I'll let you continue," she declared, continuing to stand near with her tail arched and waving expectantly. Since there was no good hunting to be done in at least a five mile radius due to his singing, she could at least entertain herself with some appreciatively submissive company.