Verdant Basin That's very Frankenstein-ian of you.

The stranger did not speak. They only reacted after Sanja's own warning, and it was to back away. If they held any desire for the meal that the wolf had caught, there was no indication of it - which could have been a ruse.
Mother would had taken the fish and run by now. Father might have fought for it first. As a distillation of the two of them, Sanja was at a loss for what to choose. She thought for a moment longer and then, drawing her tongue across her lips, began to pick at the meal again.
Her ears pivoted to track the older woman warily.