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Slade listened to her response, his laugh following after it with a cascade of barks. Buffoon? Him? How quaint of the ivory. Molten irises clashed willfully with the frosty steels of the femme, his claws only shoveling themselve more in the dirt. "You call a wolf who needs not scuttle through the woods, a 'stumbling buffoon', yet this buffoon has a meal that you are too busy scuttling to achieve? Mayhap you stumble more, and a banquet will present itself to you, woman."

He scooped up the rabbit in an abyssmal claw, the tender meat being pricked and attached to his massive paw. Without looking at it, he called to her, his silken baritones an invite for nothing but hatred from her. He would welcome her loathe of him, as it partially fueled his desire to break her.

"I have no need to sneak, girl. It is daytime, and I have already eaten. It is wise to submit, as it will earn you this rabbit. And a place by my side in a greater hunt than peasant food. Or do you enjoy being half full, if not starving? Dine as a queen would."

The coax was a card he was fond of, as conflict either became within the party, or inside of the wolf he spoke to. It wasn't necessarily a wild card, but it was a card he felt was more of a delicacy to administer, as he did so, sparingly. The sole fact that she hadn't been culled by his might was interesting enough...but how far would she go to satisfy that void of hunger hat nipped at a single loners belly? She was one, but he was many. He and the rest of the wolves he had collected could join together in a hunt, not only making enough food for them all, but enough to last them a bit. They weren't specifically in a rush to the West; it was just he liked getting things done sooner. Food breaks weren't illegal.