[She watched him idly trot up to her like a winded race-horse on his last legs. He would make easy pray for the cute doggys she knew were sniffing him out. The scent of his horrific sweat was probably driving the wolves mad with hunger.

She blinked widely up at him as if she had no idea what he was speaking of.]

Father says I shouldn't talk to strangers.. especially ones who think I owe them something.