Otter Creek Outside tripping in the broken city

Pallas' furtive glance was met with an equally confused glance from Koda; dubiously, she trailed her gaze to the male that was in the reeds. He seemed cowed, uncertain, and for that, Pallas would have dismissed him then and there were it not for the mention of a hunt. Her ears cupped forward in interest, but Koda was right -- there was not much here but tadpole and minnows for a meal. Her tail swayed in the water, which produced a small rivulet of ripples that emanated out from her in small circles. "That depends. Are you useful?"