Falls of the Hinterlands Your whole life you had an attitude

His trophy cause a curl of her lip, out of disgust more than anger, the fetid smell wafting closer as he all but waved it around. While she didn't mind fish, it wasn't her favorite meal, less so if it smelled like that. Keres could imagine, however, that with all that size, the bear-like wolf probably had to eat often or risk losing all that musculature.

Judgement aside, she couldn't help the concerned comment, his attitude be damned. Are you really going to eat that? Ears shifted forward, cupping towards him as her nose wiggled, taking in the scents and focusing on them. Unfortunately, with him being across the river, his scent was not terribly strong, and she could not yet parse all the nuances of it yet.

Now that she thought of it, she was hungry too. Do you not know how to fish? She asked, less judgemental this time. Much more neutral.