get good, kid

She snorts this time. It is amused, not scoffing.

"You probably down prey much larger than the average wolf" she points out, remembering their previous hunt "such an asset would be good for any pack" but! "honestly, I started out in my old pack as a hunter. They called it Fisherman, since we lived by the sea. It's just a step to better things, proving how valuable you can be to your pack. Though I really don't know what your rank is and you don't have to tell me." She chuckled.

But he had a request. Hmm. "Fine" she replied shortly, finishing the filing and looking at the pointed stick now "I typically make the end pointy so it sticks into the ground, and wrap rope or catgut around the top..." There was more to it than that, but she was distracted with Basilisk's companion bringing rope. She smirked again. "my, aren't we full of surprises?" She felt herself tease, despite only knowing him for a bit. One meeting wasn't enough to call someone friend.

She did accept the rope gratefully though. Tying it around the top of the stick, she stepped back so Basilisk could view it properly.

"Speech"
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