Porcupine Ridge axehead

Jarl was not a word he knew; he wasn't sure whether she was making fun of him or honoring him. Thinking the truth lie somewhere closer to the former, he gave her a jaundiced eye, sniffed briefly at the carcass, then shook his head.

I'll pass, he said shortly.

Magnanimity would have been the perfect reason for shying away from meat. Truthfully, he feared sickness, and thought that perhaps this mismatched pair brought pestilence to his doorstep. He would not eat.

He nodded toward the raven. Why the bird? he asked the wolf. You seem to be familiar.