Shy Deer Steppes ♣ positive thinking and a metric flip-tonne of good luck

“Stop calling me that,” Fisher insists with a growl.  Her head dips and she bares her teeth.  He introduced himself, though, so her threat didn’t last long.  There isn’t anything wrong with her face.  “It’s Fisher.” she finally says, taking a step back and looking over her shoulder.  

“Do you have anything to eat?” she blurts out a moment later.  Maybe he had a stash somewhere he’d be willing to share.  A long shot but Fisher needed any short cut she could get.

Due to her impending death, do you want to wrap this up with your reply?