Sven admired this "hunter," but she could not. Nervously she tried to figure out whether or not she should try to press her opinion onto him or if she would be better off finding a way to politely disagree. Or maybe she should say nothing at all. Fear certainly made the silence easier, though she had to wonder if this was how evil got into wolves: silence, inaction, passivity. But she was anything but passive as her eyes continued to roam.
The sense of safety was only half-felt, despite Sven's logical explanation. It smelled like no one in particular, so he must have been right. But he just seemed a little too swayed by whatever glory he saw in this pile of "prizes." If the "hunter" were to suddenly appear she was not so sure that Sven would protect her so much as he would be entrapped in learning about this ugly wolf whom Sahalie could not be interest in. She didn't want to remain silent any longer. "But there are wolf bones in here Sven. That's not hunting... Idunno... come on, let's play tag somewhere else. It just gives me the creeps. " Her teeth rooting through his scruff, she nibbled and tugged lightly in attempt to wrench him away from this awe he felt.