There's food in there, but nothing she thinks will interest a dog; all the same she mutters, "Leave it," to her, and then shifts her entire attention over to Jacob.
She drops her knife into her boot, and crosses over to him.
"Okay." Her either, honestly, but she's largely used to grappling that kind of thing alone. "What about it?"
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Date: 2025-02-05 07:19 pm (UTC)She drops her knife into her boot, and crosses over to him.
"Okay." Her either, honestly, but she's largely used to grappling that kind of thing alone. "What about it?"