Lake Rodney hanging off my earlobe is a rock

As he offered to help out, her eyes narrowed into sharp slits and her brow remained quirked. How am I supposed to trust you? She cackled with a humored shake of her head. I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm a fox... and you're a wolf. How am I supposed to believe you aren't trying to put me on your dinner plate? Sure, he could've picked her off already... but hey. Wolves were weird. She wouldn't be surprised if he was too lazy to drag her corpse and would rather have her carry herself to his cache. Feeling defensive, she pulled herself to her feet- wobbling slightly and clearly weak, but determined to maintain a fearsome exterior.