Sigrun tightened the mantle around the torso of the animal, patting it a few times to make sure it was secure. Ahmaht's warning was so politely ignored, and watched as he tried to hang the bread in front of the wolf. In her fit of boredom, she walked over to her pile of armor and took one of her shoulder pauldrons. She dusted it off momentarily before walking back to her original position and placing it on top of it's head. The fit wasn't right, and she spent a few moments fiddling with it until it was placed so imperfectly, covering his face. The pauldron was somewhat shaped like a helmet, but obviously if it was meant to be worn on the shoulders, it isn't going to fit on anyone's head- especially a wolf's. With the gear the beast was carrying, she thought that maybe he wanted more human possessions, and thus the makeshift helmet. Maybe she could create a heavily armored killing machine? Or a canine version of herself? The whole thing somewhat amused her bored and random nature.