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Pallas returned the look, her expression somewhat deadpan in return. She had been serious, despite the absurdity of the suggestion. Dingo's reply was met with the same nonplussed expression. Idly a single ear flicked as if she were processing his choice of words. Her paws draped in the air. Pallas still peered down at the wolf, having no inclination to move from her spot. As the wind shifted and blew his scent uphill she realized he was not a dog, and her stomach growled in disappointment. Would it be so bad to eat a wolf? It wasn't as if there were a wealth of cuisine options bounding the Peak. "Leap instead?"