Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

Capri’s intrigue quickly fled to disbelief – though she managed to withhold her jaw drop as the stranger oozed dramatically about something terrible living by the shore. The Lochness, perhaps? Her disbelief stemmed far from the story at hand – it came from how very obvious it was to the silver-tipped girl that her leg was being pulled, and as she dark wolf cast her eyes upon part of the prize Capriccio had offered in return for information, the she-wolf lifted a paw and placed it heavily upon her claim.
 
“I’m starting to re-think our little deal,” she drawled, her eyes narrowing. “As you’re not really giving me anything useful, are you?” She disregarded the other’s question – instead, her own form began to tense up, prepared if the stranger tried anything. “In fact, you’ve given me nothing. I should just inhale this entire thing by myself.”