Moonsong Glacier tastes like tequila

an apology was offered, which soothed some of of her ire, though his poor attempt at flattery caused a roll of her eyes. she cared little for pretty words or brandish praise. men were always the same, thinking they could say a few compliments and get themselves out of the shit pile. at least this one had the sense to realize it was uncalled for.

he introduced himself and was seemingly aware of her name, so she did not offer any words of her own. instead she lifted a brow at his proposition to help her hunt, only for it to be immediately followed by a sigh at his claim of being the best hunter around.

typical, arrogant men. "we'll see about that," she let out with a huff as she turned to return to where she'd seen the badger scurry off to. "well come on then," she let out as she set off, expecting him to follow.