Bryce finds the other wolf increasingly unpleasant. Her normally playful and exciting personality was dulled by her unfortunate situation, the growl of her empty stomach, the realisation that meat wasn't about to be on the menu anytime soon. "Shall we make a game of it?" Her lack of amusement in his behaviour is obvious, she makes no effort to hide it. As much as she enjoyed having a bit of fun, the lack of sympathy at her plight was a little grating. Though as an idea forms in her head, bouncing around and gaining momentum, her normal disposition begins to return. A slight wag to her tail, somewhat of a hidden grin, her ebony body stretching forward until her front is hovering above the ground and her rear is in the air.

"Whoever can find the most or the best before nightfall wins?" She was not a thief by any means, her body was shaped for the fight and the kill, but she was not one to let that stop her. Even unable to move among the striated trees with stealth, brute force could be just as useful as sneakery when it came down to thieving, she would show them that. "Bragging rights, gets to keep the pot, whatever." Bry indicates what the winner receives, not overly concerned with it because she knew she would win. That wasn't a question, she never lost. It just didn't happen.

"Unless you're too scared?"