Alysta smiled at the other diamay. "Ive heard some talk, but i dont really listen to what my prey says before it dies." Jethro, she noted, began snickering at her comment. To be honest, she thought he sounded more like a fuzzy maraca. "Oh shush up, you giant furball. It wasnt meant to be a joke." Alysta grinned lightly at the wolf. Then she turned back to the other diamay. "Im Alysta by the way, and this is Jethro." she patted the wolf on its head.<br/>Finally a plate of meat was set down in front of her. It was slightly overcook and smelled like it was soaked in brine, but meat was meat. She gave the wolf a nice sized slab then began tearing into her own. She watched the fae from a few seats down, leave and she had no trouble hearing their conversation from there. Hearing was a gift for her and she always tended to use it. Although the looks from the akir made her a little uneasy for once. Jethro picked up on her emotions and a low growl rumbled in hi throat. He didnt turn from the meat, but he tensed his muscles, ready to spring if he had to. He would always protect the woman who saved his life when he was a pup.