Totoka River anti social social club

Her reason was shaky at best, and Redshank let his mouth hang open ever so slightly as he listened, brows falling in confusion. By her logic, she could be an asshole to him but he couldn't be to her? While he didn't believe the world to be very fair, that just didn't seem right. Not that he was about to argue this with the girl, as she had already moved on from her strange justification.

He gave a huff of laughter at her vague threat, though deep down knew she might actually be able to follow through with it. She was slim — and still a girl — but hadn't the starved look of a young loner battling through winter. Did she belong to a pack? Redshank wasn't able to give it much thought as she suddenly extended an offer, albeit one with terms he didn't even entertain the idea of accepting. The fur along his shoulders bristled again.

"What th'fu—" he began, before catching himself and giving her an obvious look up and down, snark written all over his face. He couldn't say he wasn't tempted by the chance (even if the girl was insufferable), and wondered if her pride was something that could be manipulated. "As if you could catch anythin' anyway."