Blackfoot Forest The Bear & The Crow

Her brow rose. Help hunting, he said? Now that sounded like a conversation worth having. "There isn’t a catch, is there? Owing strangers isn’t a hobby of mine, dear." Her head cocked to the side. He certainly had the size to square up a good meal. 

Subconsciously she hoped he wasn’t a physco-killer on the loose. She hadn’t had real food in such a long while. How disappointing would that be? But then again, what were odds that’s a strange kind soul would help her out all of a sudden. She hoped they outweighed the odds of him being a maniac, that was for sure.