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Really? Osprey raised her eyebrows at Burke returning her greeting. She didn't mind the "princess" part, but "my"? Sounded a bit possesive and quite honestly, obnoxious too. Then again they were not playing nice guys with each other and they didn't even pretend to be that way. Very honest and relieving for a change. Or - in the end - since being prone to dig deep in almost every thing, she probably saw hidden meaning, where there was none.

"Tempting," she replied, regarding the mauled and bloody corpse before Burke, then letting her gaze travel from his forepaws to his bloody muzzle. He did look horrible and there was a place to point out about table manners, but this would be a misplaced insult, since no wolf was known to be entirely clean after having a good meal. "But I will decline, even if you were in a good mood to offer me something," part of this statement was a blunt lie, but he didn't have to know that.

"You know the tale of the poisoned apple? Harmless in the beginning and yet so deadly in the end... it warns you not to accept food from strangers," a kid's tale, of course. "And I can't tell yet, if you are good or bad."