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She spoke again, this time slightly more forcefully, and Reaper looked up a second time, water falling from his jaws. He regarded her again, head tilting ever so slightly as she slowly moved closer. Her scent told him she belonged to this mountain though, in his current state, he couldn't care less about this being pack lands. It could even be seen as an act of mercy, if she (or the rest of the pack) were to kill him for trespassing. The dog was in a state that not even the finest healers could mend.

Food, however, would stave away death at least for the time being. Visibly tensing at the mention of food, the mutt pressed his one ear forward and fixed his blank stare upon the kind wolf. He was silent and unmoving for a few moments before suddenly taking a step towards the stranger, his lips twisting into a deranged grin. "Fr...food...?" he rumbled.