Greatwater Lake the waiting game

Jaws gave her some background. Saena's face contorted when he said he'd eaten extremely rotten carrion, and she coughed quietly, barely suppressing a full-on gag. This was another of those things that, if she was starving, she wouldn't think twice about, but her comfortable life prevented it from ever becoming a necessity. She flicked her tongue out, trying to chase away the image of food that wasn't even fit for flies, and froze when Jaws suddenly moved.

It seemed to be a false alarm, for he settled back down and answered her question. "Are you planning to become one?" she asked. It seemed logical that a man who claimed to be able to hunt any living thing would pursue that trade, though maybe he was free-spirited like her aunt. Some wolves just didn't think jobs were all that useful. She disagreed, of course. "Because if you can hunt any living thing, you should think about it. I don't know anyone else who can make that claim."