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Post by El Cuervo on Dec 15, 2017 3:51:24 GMT
The woman stared blankly down to the canine as she went on her spiel, insisting that she build a fire and have them both as dinner guests. She looked over to the red-haired man afterwards—even if his words indicated otherwise, she could read the concern off of his face like it was in bold lettering. Frankly, it was disgusting—she was easily able to handle herself, and the implications of his expression were patronizing at best.
”If you want to tag along, fine,” she said to the two of them, ”But, I’m not cooking for three...”
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Post by Loner。 on Dec 15, 2017 4:22:48 GMT
"you wont have to." The man insisted regarding cooking. He might have been concerned for the pairs' wellbeing but he wasn't necessarily expecting them to keep traditional roles, "your pick whether you rather hunt in tbe dying light or stake out a campsite." Something in his tone had shofted to being teasing but only in the platonic way. He didn't need to be the one to delegate the work, and it didn't even need to be split in this manner.
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Post by 0 on Dec 15, 2017 5:04:23 GMT
The wolf waved her hand at all this, offering a cursory glance towards the pair. "Vulf vill eat von ov yore legs." She tried to pull off a hungry, wicked grin, a hard thing to do with wolf lips in an addition to the hole in her face. Perhaps that would only make it come off even creepier.
Then her torn ears perked up, eyes rolling away as though she were only just remembering something. "Hunt?" the wolf whispered, finally lifting her paw off the bridge post. "Ja; geud plan!"
There was another creak in her bones as she turned and stepped onto the bridge, her mouth still running as she walked across it. "Vulf vill grab big meal. Unt maaaybe let pups haft a bite."
The wolf picked up her pace as she hopped back down into the snowy dirt; then she started hobble-running out of the village at a surprising speed, considering all the hubbub she'd made before. "Vind yew, I will!" was her last call as she made to disappear from sight, a ragged, cackling howl rising into the frozen air.
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