Big Salmon Lake And now you got to freak me out

He stares and stares, waiting for an answer from this raven of a she-wolf. Some part in him hopes she would, for even he isn’t as stubborn as to not get his injuries treated. So, only when she looks back at him, does he still. Her face is casually expressionless, yet regal as she offers her answer. No. His brows furrow even more and moves slightly in a way that subtly expresses his surprise.

He scoffs at her. What could he possibly offer? He has nothing to give. He has no food, he has no home, no recourses; he has nothing. The smugness on her attractive face irritates him.

He curses in slurred Spanish and sets his gaze on her once more. “What do you want then? I have nothing to give.” He says stubbornly. He will not grovel at her feet, but he will try to strike a deal. “¿Un trato?” He asks quickly. “Let’s strike a deal. A favor for a favor, princesa.”