Cricket Creek Bog A liar and a cheat, but I could be so much worse

Oh, did you now?  Fennec's tone was full of dubious surprise, with a tidge of mocking for good measure.  She wasn't normally one to be straightforward and she was honestly in fine form today.  It was amazing what an improved mood could bring about... things were turning up pretty well lately, considering.

Are you sure she was a real one?  Pretty easy thing for a wolf to lie about.  That was pure hypocrisy of course, but from a natural born liar, it was sincere as sunlight.  My blessings are guaranteed to heal any aches, but a proper witch never gives anything for free.  So the one that pays receives.  Another lie, but she got the feeling mentioning her pack would break the tone.  And she was very, very much enjoying the tone.

The exchange continued, but in the end, Fennec was able to gather her willow and part ways with the strange man.  She knew that the life of a loner would never be one for her, but she wondered if any pack might not mind a witch who dealt with any that might pass her doorstep... especially if that doorstep happened to be just outside pack boundaries.  Something to think about as she walked homeward.