Herbalists' Cache Little devil, all alone

He tilted his head to meet her gaze before she quickly gathered herself off the floor. Now, he could see her much better—she’s smaller, skinnier than he realized. Her skin clung desperately to her ribs as if they were going to run away from her at any moment. Nonetheless, she seemed amiable enough and met him with wagging tail. 

She spoke, then. It reminded him of Carrion in a way, both were a tad odd and ever pursuant of food. 

Have you tried asking politely? He responds idly, delivered with his usual dry humor. 

Mulherin nearly felt a pang of sympathy for her misfortune, but the Rise wolves were never ones to be charitable. Today would be no different. Curiosity always got the better of him, though.

As for her next comment, he can’t help but let out a tiny scoff. Well-fed wouldn’t be the first—or most flattering—word he’d use to describe himself, but obviously a meal was on her mind.

Thanks- I guess. I get by. He answers, then poses a question for her instead. You new around here?