Whittle Away the Time We Have

She looked the dark giant up and down for a moment. Okay, so likely he would need more then most wolves, but even he couldn’t devour a whole Elk. Sheesh. She hoped not. Hoping she wasn’t being punked she grinned and gave him a brisk nod. “Alright, deal.” pretend confidence even when you did not feel it. That was the key, right?

“Lets'' she agreed, pulling herself fully free of the snow she had been partly buried in. she looked at the hole she left behind, and then grabbed the rabbit off the ground. Shoving it in the ground, she threw some snow over it. Hopefully it would still be there when she got back. It was her first kill, and she was rather proud of it.

She glanced towards the black-eyed demon.
Even if some wolves judged her methods.

She looked in the direction his head had indicated, and started walking. Keeping a distance between herself and Alastor. They weren’t friends, and she wouldn’t be walking at his side. Not where she would be easier prey if the man turned on her. "Are you from around here?" Who was Alastor, and what made him tick? The more she knew, the less a threat he would be.

"Speech"