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She introduced herself as Tavina, and Charles nodded, though her name meant little to him. He wasn't planning to stick around for long, anyway. He was just in it for the meal. I'm Charles, he told her in return. He presumed this pack was nearby, if they planned to extend in this direction. He fell in step with Tavina, adjusting to her pace easily.

Charles didn't know what a larder was, but he supposed it must be a cache. Honestly, he preferred fresh food, since getting it was such a rarity for a scavenger like himself, but he realised he was not really in a position to demand anything. Oh, uh, anything is good, said the coywolf. Then after a moment of hesitation he added, a little clumsily, Maybe a something not too much old?