Lost Creek Hollow hunting for the little one

Grezig had heard the male’s approach and she lifted her head, ears turned on her head to catch his words. She turned around fully, then, and studied him for a moment. A simple black pelt with orange eyes. Some white on his chest. Scars. He was a fighter, then. But he seemed calm at the moment, and it was only the two of them, so she did not feel threatened by him. She kept her stance neutral. 

“Yes, I am. I’m trying to track some small creature to hunt. A rabbit, or some such.” She paused, studying him some more. He seemed fine, non-threatening. Perhaps two wolves would be better than one. “Do you want to help me?” She thought for a moment, wondering if there was a way to sweeten the deal. Right now, there was nothing in it for him except to feel good about his charity afterwards. “If you catch something first, you can have it. The next catch, if it is yours again, you would give to me. I will do the same for you. Does that sounds reasonable?”