Redtail Rise Deep In Your Veins, I will Not Lie

her brows knit and furrow as she stares at him, bewildered but undoubtedly intrigued.

you can 'hhrade a 'hhory for foodh? Avicus queries, tongue idly running over her chops. that's more than any of their softer wolves did, even Ashlar. it might be valuable.

she shifts her weight upon forepaws, thinking. can you prove ihh'? bring foodh for a 'hhory?

she doesn't think it's possible. who would give up goods for fantasies? but it wouldn't hurt to give him a chance; failure, and they'd not see him again—or could easily drive him away.

success. . .and they could eat well.