Kintla Flatlands Savage garden

Her wry smile seemed complacent and sterile as the onyx brute seemed to spew anger and heat from his mouth. Although she was a little taken aback at the lack of etiquette in his tone, she couldn't help but note that perhaps his pack wasn't that well off and he was scrounging for any scrap of nutrition. Blue eyes swept slowly over his figure, as if to gauge his readiness for winter. He looked well enough, but Ivev had no clue as to what was going on in this male's family.

Bury the carrots. They'll ripen for winter. You should be able to feed them to your 'pack' without making them sick. It's your choice to risk eating them now. Does that make things more clear? Her voice was still measured and monotonous, but held a sharp edge as she felt a little threatened. She had tried to be as helpful as politely possible, but he seemed one for much more direct answers, apparently.

Her tail twitched, and her voice seemed to cool, much like a cloud passing in front of the sun. Why would I have any reason to flirt with you? I have no idea who you are, and you're not one for first impressions.