Duck Lake you claw, you fight, you lose.

She hesitated, unsure if she should should accept. It was true, Gypsy was capable of handling herself even in unknown land, but she still preferred company—at least when they brought her there in the first place. All her siblings were could care for themselves, but it doesn't mean they have to. "Winhal," the amber wolf began, "shar ergriff sjek wux inglata ti ekess jaseve sia symba halkvri reaching hesi isthasy." Her voice was somewhat stern, noticing he had been ashamed of his difficult times hunting, this was her outlet to get what she wanted. All he had to do was stay with her until Warbone was located, and then he was off to do whatever he liked, instead of stay by her side. 

She had the upperhand in the situation, it was either an easy kill made by her, or for him to struggle the next few days to catch a deer. Her tail swished side to side in a leisurely manner, waiting for his response. he deal couldn't be too hard to agree too, she couldn't be that bad.