Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

Like a deer. Her ears flicked forward, relieved (only slightly) that he might be speaking of spiritual likenesses, though she wasn't terribly impressed that he chose a deer for her. Tall, long limbs, sure, but her spirit? Definitely carnivorous. Silently, she supposed, it would still be better than having a wandering shaman liken her to a bear. She hoped no trace of the cursed creature would ever come to Sapphique again- in spirit or otherwise.

A soft growl was given when he mentioned the edible prospect of being a deer- though he rescinded the comment a moment later. Still suspicious, her ears flicked back slightly, tips pointing toward her hips.

He was too young to be wise enough to be a shaman, she thought. Too young to know the ways of spirits, though he certainly seemed convinced. The way he stared at her wasn't entirely natural, as appreciative as it was. She decided against making any sudden movements, in case the man carried some form of illness along with the injuries he carried; to appease him, she gave him a brief smile, with only the slightest curve of her lips, and a slight shake of her head.

No, spirits did not likely enjoy being eaten.