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"Hmm, well. That won't do." Belharra murmured, a softness to her voice that was feigned. This she-wolf was no slouch, so Belharra figured she needed to be careful. Crafty, even. The woman seemed harmless enough to Belharra's immediate instincts, which told her maybe she could just be pushed around a little.. maybe even enough to score a free meal.

"asidering that we're both hungry and neither of us the mind to let a good meal by, I say we share it. I'm proper soaked, and a little hare ought to ease some of that discomfort. You're not the kind of shaft me, are ya?" The twinkle in her gaze returned, but Belharra straightened too: she was testing the waters here, to see what kind of fiber Vallkyrie was spun from.