Greatwater Lake the waiting game

"I suppose that makes sense," mused Saena wryly. She lifted her brow at the bird, shot it a grin, then looked away from it. She'd already decided there was no way to get it without pissing off its wolf companion; it wasn't worth the hassle. Instead, she focused on what he was doing, which he took some time explaining. Even when he did, the tone of his voice was different enough to make Saena frown a little. She wasn't too put out by it—he seemed the roguish type that didn't really make friends very easily, expect apparently with grey jays—and she couldn't be bothered to be offended, anyway.

"Chill, I'm not gonna take your badger," she informed him, casting a sidelong glance at the lake in the distance. "I'm a Gamekeeper, so it's against my code to steal food. Besides, badgers probably taste just like the pain and suffering they cause." Saena would eat those words the second she was starving—badger was not off the menu for a hungry wolf, nor was stealing, for that matter—but that wasn't the case right now. She had the support of a pack behind her and certainly didn't need the extra weight from anyone else's meals. "Are you a Gamekeeper, too?" she wondered aloud.