Duck Lake winding roads are winding down.

A rather smug expression replaced the aggression, crossed with mild amusement. Trigger words were always great fun to know. A slight snicker escaped at her request.
"I guess that's fair."
With a rather over exaggerated movement Fang pulled himself up, turned to face the female and bowed his head slightly, his eyes remained fixed, and ears perched up.
"Ma'am I was a bore, allow me to apologise for my disgusting use of language and mockery at your clearly inferior hunting ability." despite the light tone, and personal attack he once more made on her failed hunt, he was sincere or at least as sincere as he could be.

Lifting his head he resumed sitting ince more. He remained ready to move quickly should the need arise, but his hackles began to settle, he had to admit to himself she definitely had spunk, he couldn't help but admire the bravery of her threat. Attempting to smooth over their already rough introduction he spoke with an air of genuine interest. "I'm going to guess you're not exactly an entirey pure wolf yourself?" Fang had come across a score of hybrids such as hisself, but none he'd me thus far matched this particular creature.
"And if I'm not to call you runt, what's the alternative?"