[Not a magic human, just a human capable of hearing that stomach growling. She's hunted wolves in the past, sure, but purely out of a need to survival and not one bit of them had gone to waste. Sasha has no interest in purposely hurting another person or animal for fun.]
It's better to have a lot than a little. [She waves the container at him, continuing to offer him the meal. Sensing his hesitation, Sasha adds on:] It's fresh. I made it this morning. Nothing's wrong with it.
[Not that she has any idea he thinks it might be poisoned; she just knows sometimes people give leftovers and things better suited for the trash to those in need and that's not happening here.
What is happening here, by the way, is Omelette trilling in the closest things to a Togepi's happy squeal. Cold! Yes, cold! But he still takes his two little hands and gently paps Rockruff's cheeks. Friend? Friend!]
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It's better to have a lot than a little. [She waves the container at him, continuing to offer him the meal. Sensing his hesitation, Sasha adds on:] It's fresh. I made it this morning. Nothing's wrong with it.
[Not that she has any idea he thinks it might be poisoned; she just knows sometimes people give leftovers and things better suited for the trash to those in need and that's not happening here.
What is happening here, by the way, is Omelette trilling in the closest things to a Togepi's happy squeal. Cold! Yes, cold! But he still takes his two little hands and gently paps Rockruff's cheeks. Friend? Friend!]