“I didn’t think he was going to eat me because you’re here. If I had been alone who knows what would have happened. Maybe I look like a tasty morsel.” A smirk twisted one side of her mouth. She knew exactly what would have happened. The wolf would have turned tail and run away exactly like it did. And if it hadn’t, she had ways of asserting her dominance.<br/><br/>Amaris followed along at his heels as he moved to examine the hunk of meat. Her upper lip curled at the sight of the ants ruining a perfectly good morsel. Such a waste. “You have no idea how dangerous some of us actually are,” she muttered almost inaudibly under her breath.<br/><br/>Then she smiled, trying to simply act like an interested person might and not reveal she was fishing for more information. “So once you have all this information, what are you going to do with it? Convince people wolves aren’t bad? Or create some sort of anti-attack manual?”