Wapun Meadow i heard a call in my sleep again

"Well, you would be dead by the time they started eating you." Matching lightness for lightness, but they didn't mind such a joke. "If they were smart." And again, unhinged was the kindest word Renard could think, but surely just to stop any potential for having your throat removed mid-meal.

Anyways. The details about who was and wasn't a cannibal and how polite or impolite they might be about their, ah, habits -- they would deal with those when they started trying to eat them. In the meantime --

"Good." Renard swept their muzzle forward. "Are you a fighter of theirs? You look the type." Maybe just with the claw marks. But the wolfdog had rarely run into anyone who wasn't some sort of proficient...or didn't claim to be some sort of proficient.

"Spar with me." They had never been one to dance around the subject. "I like to know that I'm giving my loyalty to those with the means to use it."