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She could not find an inkling of interest for his ignorance, and had begun to view him as more lamb than wolf. Despite this, Furiosa's urge to manipulate him perhaps kept her from attacking, and then a general disinterest in everything about him kept her from manipulating him. At least the redundant cycle in her head kept him from harm, for the time being.

She found herself listening, itching to depart but unable to take deep, soulless eyes away from the wolf would could not see the storm-witch before him. Her botched tail was wagging, plaintively in the air. He had survived on seafood, which was reasonable, she supposed. Her own clan had been forced to do the same every winter, but she couldn't imagine surviving on Orca's Beach without the use of her eyes. "Well for those of us who hunt prey that can hear, I need you to keep it down."

And then, maybe out of sheer curiosity, she took a sharp breath and tersely asked: "what else can you do besides be noisy and sniff out crabs?"