Mudminnow River the sandwich saved me

Ilya snorted, sitting before the wolf, breaking the gaze that the larger wolf held so angrily. "Y'look hungry," she responded, half mocking the wolf's response, but more subconsciously than really meaning to do any harm. "And obviously," she added, flicking her tail behind her. "But it's not easy to hunt by yourself and fishing is good eating," she replied with a half-hearted annoyance. She wouldn't offer to fish in such water, washing all that muck out would be a pain in her ass and she had no time for that.

"If you can't fish, you're probably gonna starve," she responded, not expanding on her own past but lightly implying that she knew the consequences of traveling alone. 

"You're from around here, yeah?" she assumed, nodding to the Grove from which the wolf had come. "I'm Ilya," she introduced herself only as a matter of politeness, truthfully she wasn't too keen on the wolf but had already began speaking with her and was too interested in the wolf's impolite attitude to leave her be. 

"If you're not too arrogant as to pass up an opportunity for food, I'm technically out on a hunt right now, and I wouldn't mind a partner."