Overture Downs more than could be chewed

The way his expression collapsed in on itself, only to spring back to suspicion, might have been amusing had Watcher not genuinely been considering ways to help this hapless fool. His accusation drew her lips into a smile that showed the mere tips of her teeth.

Wolf brains are delicious, you know, she said ominously, doing her best to engage her inner Carrion. Her littermate would probably have said something like heads roll downhill but moths only fly up or something weird like that, but Watcher wasn’t creative enough to emulate her cryptic manner of speech as well. Do you want to know how many I’ve eaten?

All the while, she wracked her brain for ideas. What could serve to drag this wolf out of his snow trap? A big stick, perhaps? It might take some time to find one sturdy enough that she could still get a grip on...