After a bit of thought, she nods to him subtly, although her intentions were quite the opposite. She planned to take what she could and leave. This was an unknown, grey area she did not wish to play around with.
She couldn't trust people. Not anymore.

Looking down at the odd…muted pantone colored stew, she picked up the worn metal spoon and stirred it weakly. Hesitantly, she brought a small tasting to her lips. Her eyes got slightly wider, she looked up at the barkeep trying not to show her utter disgust. As she forced a swallow, a cough slipped out from her chest.
Grabbing the mug next to her, she hoped to wash the foul taste out of her mouth, but she was quickly proven otherwise. She groaned at the pungent, revolting flavor of the ale.
She wasn't sure whether to push herself to consume all of this now, or act as though she was full. Or even flat out say it was awful.

She could tell these people were in a pitiful state, a small part of her wondered if she could fetch a bit of game for them to take to their use.

Her focus was bombarded by an oddly intimidating scent. Quickly she looked beside her to see this large, wolf life creature. What?...what..is he?
She didn't think there were others like her.
Her fur rose, and her pupils narrowed. She looked down, not wanting to face him directly. She just nodded, trying to piece together how anything here was possible.

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