Phoenix Maplewood just observe

He was convinced he was faster. She'd not contradict him in thinking that. He likely was. Running was not one of her favorite things and therefore it was not something she made any effort towards unless it proved necessary. Fleeing. Hunting. Those things required running. Day to day? That motion was tiresome. She'd rather walk.

"Trust me, you are not worth catching," she said, recovering from the recoil of his shove. She straightened herself, fluffing her fur once more where he'd flattened it. How dare this wolf think he had permission to touch her. She offered him a glare of warning, but nothing more. She wanted to find that river so she could clean off his cooties. The sooner the better.

That he thought he deserved some form of thanks baffled her. "Did it cost you any energy to stand there and ruin my original hunt?" she countered. It was thanks to his interference she'd gone hungry to begin with. The way she saw it, his slender offering of a snack barely scratched the surface of repaying her. Plus, he was currently devouring half of his payment. He did not compute.

She polished off her half of the squirrel and left the corpse behind for some other scavenger to finish off. Done eating, he resumed his mission to guide her towards fresh water with a reminder to be patient. Ha. She knew nothing of that sort of thing, but she remained quite all the same in hopes that it would encourage him to find water all the sooner.

Her silence paid off. They rounded a corner and happened upon a river. A small stream, but a source none the less. She padded towards it, lowering her nose to sniff at the surface of the water before she quenched her thirst with a quick drink. His quip caused her ears to swivel across her head as she waded into the water. "Careful now. I might make waves."

Ankle deep, she lifted a damp paw to her ear to groom before she remembered she had an audience. "Well?" She questioned, looking to him. "Off with you."