Black Morass fear the reaper

Kelina smirked a little, flicking her tail as the man spoke of her eating tendencies. "I just prefer to take advantage of a possible larger meal." Well put, she thought. Her plans were confirmed to be possible when the stranger asked for her help in ambushing. Then, she would get the rest of the wolf carcass that she had been eyeing upon arrival. 

The dark raven licked her lips, gaze trailing from the the lifeless, bloody body of the poor soul back to the man. "You have a deal." She nodded, imagining the taste of the meal that she could feast upon after her task was complete. It seemed like a fair agreement, at least to her. She much prefered the taste of one of her own kind. They were... richer in flavour.