Sagacity was surprised by the maturity of the woman. Rather than grumbling and stalking off angrily, she turned and simply accepted what Sagacity had said. In that instant, the tiny bit of her which had told her to be more moral won out. There was something distinct about the dignity the woman earned when she accepted the fact that Sagacity had competed for the fish and had won. She'd taken the walk of a wolf who was not proud but noble, and Sagacity knew that she herself was no such wolf. While she'd won the fish, she definitely had not won any medals for being a good wolf. She was a survivor, she told herself stubbornly, and she accepted that thought, though she weighed it against being civil. It wasn't necessary that she steal the fish from the woman who now reluctantly walked away from her own catch. Sagacity hadn't been starving. Nor was she unable to fish for herself.

She took one more bite of the fish, leaving the latter half of it untouched. She swallowed it down and it went down slowly, hanging in her throat for a moment before it slid past the conscience that was trying to fight its way to her lips. "Have the rest." She said, swiftly rising to her feet. She didn't want to explain why she'd had the change of heart, nor did she want to hear a thank you if one came- she didn't deserve it. Instead, Sagacity turned swiftly on her heel and, biting her lips to keep from making a face at the fact that she was leaving behind a meal she'd won, she loped off into the brush, making sure not to make a beeline straight for the mountain, lest the woman try to trace her origins. She left the woman to take the rest of the fish as some sort of a settlement between the two- she would learn to fight for her rights and Sagacity would learn to be less selfish.