Let Loose, Get Freaky

He was rather glad the woman didn't insist; he really was not that hungry, and he could find his own food; he did not want to depend on another for food - even when freely given. And certainly not from a packless wolf - she'd need that food. Despite his general reluctance around strangers and a lack of concern for others, he did have something in his heart, and it showed, sort of, here.

He tilted his head somewhat as she spoke again, speaking almost... as if there was suddenly a secret between them; something only he knew. Hmm, interesting. He didn't really... understand this woman in the least, and he was sure his confusion was seen by the rapid blinking he did only moments before. Pretty soon, though, she answered her question, and he hummed thoughtfully. It really was a smart tactic, and one he never thought of before. After all, if meat was preserved longer, it could be kept in stores in the winter. "That sounds very smart," he commented. "Especially if you are a poor hunter as you say," he added with a slight smile, though it was not meant to be insulting in any way - just a statement of fact. "How long does it keep? Sounds like it'd be a good idea especially to do in Autumn, for Winter." Especially for him - he could see how it could be infinitely useful where he lived; he could simply drag the carcass (hopefully) or drive the prey towards the Sea's Plain when it was full. If it preserved for a long time, then he could hunt when the time was right, and simply preserve the meat, as this woman claimed.

"Speech" "You"