The Leopard flicks her ears with slight defiance. It does, now, because she holds it, but she doesn't even want it. She can go get some fish instead.

Sweetheart stands to better put the wolf down when she pauses and looks back up. At Lethys.

He's a god. Like Monzun's a god.

This was always clear, but this is the first time she's just been around another god without immediate attack. Monzun's used lightning before, and she saw Lethys use a Leash...

Sweetheart narrows her eyes and points at him thoughtfully with her unoccupied hand. Her nose scrunches up.

And then she carefully tosses the writhing wolf through the air in his direction.