It was difficult to ignore the man when he was so bent on being rude, but Aphrodite pushed herself to continue doing so. Perhaps it was a less than queenly thing to do, but she might be more willing to hear the words of the rabble if they expressed them more decently. Besides, it wasn't like she had an army and this was only one wolf. Unless such distaste spread to his companion, she was content using her as a go-between. Aphrodite's shoulders rolled in something of a half-hearted shrug. She found that hard to believe, but decided she wouldn't make anymore snide comments about the girl's brother. As the girl jumped forward, Aphrodite looked a little startled, but then smiled, her high-lifted tail giving a slight wag. Falcon's happiness was contagious, it seemed. "O-oh! I'm sorry," Aphie struggled with her words, surprised that she'd neglected to give her own name in return. "I'm Aphrodite Moon, of Black Thorn Downs." She gave a slight bow of hello to Falcon, and even gave a slighter one to Jackdaw, some small olive branch if he'd take it, though her attentions on him didn't last long.

"I didn't, actually, but I guess if I come across anything I'll--" As Falcon spoke again, Aphrodite canted her head back, testing the air. Oh, there was the scent of flesh...But also of lynx, a scent that all children ought to have know. She had never seen one, but it was one of many dangerous smells that had filed away into her mind. The scent was faint, however, so her worries faded somewhat. Aphie gave a few slight nods and began to follow the woman towards the carcass, her stride widening a bit to reach it before them. She wasn't exactly hungry, but more than eager to investigate the food left behind and there was quite a bit of it. The Downs were a bit too far for her to bring back anything more than an unchewed leg, and she could leave the rest to these two.