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08-30-2018, 06:32 PM
His gaze was sharp and calculating as it swept over her, and the way he seemed to make a point to look down at her suggested he thought himself superior for some reason. In this instance that was alright with Sindre. He was a means to an end; the gatekeeper to her next meal. For the sake of it she could - would - tolerate quite a lot. Her patience was by no means inexhaustible, but for a meal that required no real effort she could be positively saintly. "Perhaps not the calf itself," she offered, "but the mother who returns to find a wolf feasting on her baby, certainly." It was impossible to say what a mother elk might do in that situation. The wise might cut their losses and run lest they too fall victim. But the foolish or those turned fearless by their grief... "So there is a risk in taking a calf alone. No one to watch your back while you eat. One set of ears, one set of eyes..." She shrugged. It wasn't some big impressive feat so she didn't have a whole lot to work with which was why she'd left her statement open. Perhaps he'd think she thought him brave for fearlessly accepting the risk. In response to his offer Sindre dipped her head in thanks and then followed the gesture up with a demure smile for good measure. "Indeed I would, thank you." She wasn't sure what kind of wolf she was dealing with just yet, but if he did think himself superior a little politeness on her part might help her cause. |
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