The Butterfly

Aine snorted. Not in a rude way, but it was a snort of laughter. "Bitten? Please, that wolf wasn't able to tell left from righ'. Don' worry, though, I only had a good laugh after I nearly died of terror. I didn't bite him back, either. I happened to have a good-sized rabbit at tha' time and I whacked him so hard across the head I accidentally broke his neck. What I was really goin' for is ter get him disoriented long enough for me yet run outta his sigh'. Bet' I couldn' do it again if I ha' to."

She shook her head to get rid of the memories. She tilted her head in thought. "A Northman? I've heard that word before, about them from my ancestors- y'see, I ain't fully breaded buffalo wolf, even though I look it. Can' remember what my anscestors species of wolf was- anyway, the humans that were called 'Northmen' went a-raidin' an' things... But, eh, the past is the past. As fer huntin', I would like a partner... I enjoy huntin', y'see, as a hobby and sport more than anythin'. I'll be outside all day, just huntin'. So, I indeed do 'ope tha' I'll be of use."