Stone Circle I've got a whole lot of problems, just trying to get by

Would she lie?

He circled. Through wolves he could not compete with and feet larger than his own, the looming threat of their presence remained. He haltingly changed between stillness and defending his back, raising lips when pressed too closely. 

Who knew. Maybe to her, wherever that rabid bunny brain sat, that rabbit had been part of their 'cache'. 

Lie she did not.

Squinting his gaze, he quirked his lip in thought. "I don't know. Just," a frustrated, stupid noise of, 'grah,' left his lips, "that's what I mean. I was offering help." He wondered now if his previous method of slamming into a pack unannounced and fitting in was more successful than actually asking. That 'kindness', as he was trying, meant nothing.