Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

She nodded at his name, the had a surname, the kind of feature she noticed many wolves she had met since coming to the wilds bore, but nothing else. It was not a very strange thing to not introduce oneself as a part of a pack, especially if one was not to be had, it was not as if Moontide was her natal ground after all. "Goats would split well between us, but I'm ever the opportunist." She considered the prey he had named. Elk even between the two of them they would likely become the hunted rather than the hunters, and rabbits would be well if they could not find more but if she had the benefit of a second set of legs she would rather something that would be more of a challenge.

Curious over what he thought though having been the territory seemingly more recently she added. "Or do you have more sophisticated tastes?" Slightly teasing in her delivery, a departure from pure flattery but playful nonetheless.