Dragoncrest Cliffs friendly, but not your friend.

His eyes narrowed. 

"I see." He said, stiffening slightly. Of course- there was the possibility that Sobeille had given the man something she had stashed herself. The fact that he said it tasted awful made it all the more likely that it was actually hers- she certainly had a penchant for smelly, foul things. 

Negotiation was becoming a passion of his; his dog-with-a-bone attitude, couple with a strong sense of justice, made him all the more wealthy in the desire to hash out details, and seek what he thought was fair. If the food had been from a cache, it could have been from anyone, but that would make it pack property; as a part of the pack, Sobeille had some freedom with how she treated their food supply. He tried to find some loophole- and found himself toying with a possibility. 

"If you be strong enough to kill a seal, why you be botherin' wid bargaining for rotten food from a child?" He asked curiously, casting a brief glance to the macabre, ever-grinning skull, before turning his lavender gaze back to the man.