Sleepy Fox Hollow winter ghost

The unnamed woman made a remark about her tendency to bite or not. Ginsberg smirked softly at the comment and parted her lips just slightly to release an exhale. Taking a few steps forward, the wild woman bent her head and sniffed at the piece of meat that had been offered to her. It was gracious and unexpected, but Gin was not going to refuse the free snack in light of her recent travels. Still, the smirk remained on her features as she regarded the other wolf with a spark in the sea foam of her gaze.

“It wouldn't matter if you did,” she returned proudly, drawing her skull upward and allowing the smirk to grow along the ink of her lips. Ginsberg was confident in herself; she had never found a mountain that could not be climbed, or a creature that could not be bested by the glint of her fangs. With the offering, the two-toned wildling did not feel as though she was in any danger. In a few sweeping steps, Ginsberg scooped the morsel up and crunched down on the remnants of the bone. It wasn't much but it was satisfactory.

“You often offer freebies to strangers?”