Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

"I know of herbs, and poisons. I know about the weather, and when a storm will come, or a heatwave. I can fish...I can fish for you!"

When the black-pelted wraith of a female had come toward her, Althaia's whining had eased in the slightest, but when her fangs slashed, they ceased altogether. The pale female did not want her last words to be those of wretchedness and misery. But instead of snap her nech, the female askedof her use. Clinging to the tiny strand of hope the female had given her, Althaia spoke quickly. But now, she had an idea. Probably terrible, which would put her in a bad place for who knew how long. But an idea.

"You could kill  me know, ma'am. But you and your pack would only get a scant mouthful each. If you were so grateful to let me live, ma'am, I could fish for you and your pack. I could tell you all I know about herbs and poisons and weather. You need not feed me, nor tend to me. If I do die, then so be it, if I fail in my task, you could simply kill me." Althaia's voice trembled throughout, but became more steady as she went on. She bowed her head, in the most submissive of postures, and waited her the verdict.