Great Bear Wilderness Windy Prancer

"That's good," Birk smiled and though he had held no ill thoughts about the stranger's intentions, when she had decided to approach him, he did feel relieved that there was nothing particular that she wanted from him. "I mean - for a moment there I thought that you might be hungry and want to eat me," he joked. "You do smell of food, but... well, sometimes a stomach can be an abyssmal pit that can never be filled," now he sounded too smart for his own good - he marked that down and hoped that he had used the "smart word" he had learned recently in the right context. 

"Well, since you ask - what do you have to offer? I might be up for a trade," Birk asked in a playfully-business-like manner, tilting his head to the side,