“Erm...” Eruka blinks as the wolf moves so suddenly right up in her space, throat working nervously for a moment or so as her heart rate spikes before she forces herself to calm down and answer the question. She isn’t about to be eaten, not here.

“Not exactly.” Admitting she’s been experimenting with secreting the components for her scents out of her skin isn’t going to sound good no matter how she says it, so she doesn’t. Instead, hearing his stomach rumble strangely, she offers—

“You can have it, if you want.” She gingerly holds it out. “I wasn’t going to keep it.”