Just like that, Hal's attention was diverted for a...for a...stick. A bloody stick of all things. Ash stood there blinking, mouth agape wondering what the hell just happened, her suspicions being confirmed when the wolf plodded over to her and dropped the stick at her feet. She grinned seeing the wagging tail and stooped to pick it up again not failing to see the toothmarks, and again not forgetting that that very well could have been her neck. She'd take it. "Is this what you want boy? You want me to throw you the stick again?"