Greatwater Lake the waiting game

Although he expected no answer, the one he received was lackluster. Her reasoning that the titles meant to convey to others what one was capable of did not carry much weight to him, unless it was expected that everyone went around introducing themselves by their titles, and perhaps some did. Jaws was more for demonstrating what you could do rather than talking about it, so his opinion on the futility of having titled trades assigned to you remain unchanged.

He opened his mouth to speak in response when yet another flash of movement stole his focus, and this time it was no false alarm. The badger, obviously feeling comfortable, exited its burrow with barely a look around, his back completely exposed to the coywolf who was rocketing from his perch to descend upon him. Jaws immediately opened his mouth to clamp his teeth around the back of the badger's neck, who managed to roll just enough that, amid a storm of snarls and hisses, he was able to land several blows with sharp claws to Jaws' snout, kicking out to land several more on his neck and chest. But the coywolf had a deadly grip, and the badger's defense failed quickly as it struggled to breath, before an audible crack stilled it completely.

Badger in mouth, Jaws walked back to his rust-pointed company, dropping his prey at his own feet. "Well, gamekeeper," he said, stressing her title but not in a mocking way. "You now know at least one technique for hunting badger." He grinned roguishly, rather pleased with his latest kill. Gathering the badger again, he gave her a curt nod before turning to head back to the Caldera, wanting the meat to be delivered fresh to Fox.