Ocean's Breath Plateau won't give pause until the blood is flowing

Dropping the fish on the ground in front of her paws, she didn't have to deal with it wiggling and her nipping its neck to kill it. Under the water, she had swiftly ended its life for the sake of asking the ocean for its bounty. In a merciful way, mind you. She flashes the man a grin, not vain about her skills as a hunter even if he's impressed by it. Huffing some air, she sits down to collect herself.

It had been too long since she had fished, and the thrill was quickly wearing off. Too soon, the high she felt would slip and fade away. "Go on then" she pushes the fish to him, wondering if he's even tasted it before "bit different than rabbit, but you can see if you like it enough to try for yourself one day." If Lovecraft didn't like it, he wouldn't be tempted to go for it later.

If he refused, she wouldn't be offended. Wren had been part of a pack until a few months ago. Sharing food was only logical. Especially with the coming winter.