fixing a little mistake

Hmm... a trade. The idea piqued Rags' interest. Prey was scarce, but they had good hunters. Would anyone even be interested in trinkets in these trying times? Idly, she thought of Torin's young brood. The puppies were probably bored out of their skull during and after the relocation. Surely any kind of training had been put entirely to a stop. "Perhaps," Rags stalled, eyeing the big cat warily. Although she was leery of the situation, there wasn't any point in being aggressive. Between Aureus and the panther, they could probably gut her before she could even turn to call for help. Might as well see what they had to offer.

"Show me your wares...?" Rags inquired, slowly settling her haunches down to sit on her side of the border. She could track down the cache she'd smelled once something interesting caught her eye. No point in leading him straight to the food unless he had something worth trading. Although her nose was bad there was definitely a vague smell of pack about him, although it was just stale enough that she barely managed to pick it up. There was more to his story than he was letting on, but she was bored enough to carry on and see where it might lead.