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Evien cleared his throat, noticing her hesitation. "It certainly doesn't taste good," he said with a soft chuckle. "But, if you want, I can catch you a fish that you can eat it with. That way, it won't be as bad." He wished he had honey to offer, as the sweetness would cancel out the bitter entirely, but a fish was about as good as he could offer right now. 

"I'm here to help, Leila. Nothing that I do is going to be to harm any Ursus wolf," he assured. Any wolf at all, really, but absolutely not an Ursus wolf. This was his home. "All that I am here to do is to help you."