Do you got room for one more troubled soul?

For a moment she thought she had started hearing voices, and even with her terrible memory something told her if that were the case, it would be something new. Her head swung up with narrowed eyes, ears pinned against her skull against the torrential rain, her right lip curled up in a disdainful sneer, revealing a single tooth when she finally made out the other wolfs shape. “What’s it to ya?” she rumbled defensively. ”Maybe I jus’ like to bring a snack along incase I get hungry?”

She could practically feel Theo’s angry glare burning into her undersides, but maybe if the stranger thought the squirrel was already earmarked by the woman, well, he might not try and snap him up for himself.