Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

She allows a smug smile to tug at her muzzle moments after the boy leaves, her slight manipulation having her feel that she wasn't completely helpless, not here, not yet. He is quick to return with a hare, and her maw waters, gaze glinting with sharp hunger. Her annoyance when he speaks is palpable, and her expression showers, but faced with the rabbit, she can't bring herself to endanger receiving it at all. "Cassiopeia. Moonspear." comes her words, quick and sharp, gaze fiery as it rests on the boy. "I don't care what you call yourself" she retorted, though the information perhaps would come in handy, and she wouldn't mind getting more from her small deal.