Hidden breakfast

This was not the most entertaining wolf he had ever met.  Bait found himself a spot of ground to sit, tail wrapping about and covering his front paws.  She had started plucking on the mushrooms he showed but then a moment later was finally seeming happy about a different bunch nearby.

Was there any way to warm the cold lady up? She at least seemed less prickly now that she had what she had wanted. “So lovely Cicero, does this help our lasting friendship a bit more? Your mushrooms are here, no threats are at hand, and this humble fox has requested nothing more than your company for a bit of fun for an otherwise dull day.” Bait flicked an ear as he pondered if there was anyway to get past her cold shield.  Otherwise he would be left bored once more quickly enough.

She was interested in healing? It was a bit of information to keep in mind.  If he needed help some day perhaps she would feel obliged to help since he had helped her? With a wolf one had to be careful, an injured fox could just be that much easier of a meal.