Great Bear Wilderness Windy Prancer

"You misunderstood me, miss," Birk said with a light laugh, when he sensed the wave of annoyance coming and passing within the she-wolf. He could not tell though, whether it was because of his refusal to continue the subject about cannibalism or that he had asked her to offer something other than the mice she had already eaten. After all - in an unusual surge of deep thoughts - all people had something to offer. Nothing came, when one did not exist anymore. 

"I was asking, if you had a story or wisdom to offer? In that case I may think of a proper trade."