Totoka River intention, retention, it's all in your head

okay, right, totally a nice person who didn’t just insult him five seconds ago. his gaze narrowed at her, scrutinizing whatever veiled offer may have been lurking behind it. definitely a trap. just like the big dumb white wolf in the taiga trying to lure him back into the cave.
except not really, she didn’t seem to want to feast on his flesh any time soon but there really wasn’t much to him at this point. he’d probably taste bitter no matter what seasonings they added to him and his bones weren’t worth their weight to make a stock out of.
“oh my god, the stutterer is both skilled and generous,” he mocked then with a sneer. “fortune smiles upon my soul today!” a laugh escaped him then, the very action just enough to make him move and give the fish even more reason to scatter. that cut off his laughter.
“if you’re so damn smart and capable how about you learn to be a teacher then and lead by example? maybe the confidence will fix your mouth.” since she wanted to rub in that she was oh-so-able to hunt and feed herself even in the depths of winter, he couldn’t help but let every word out of his mouth be barbed.