Yellowfang watched him undo the flap with his weird long ape fingers and ventured forward to sniff each of the items in turn. Soap? Useless. Rice? Smelled like nothing. Stick with a rock on the end? Weird. Party popper? Looked like Twoleg garbage from the Carrion Place.

She thought and thumped her tail against the sand.

"In return for getting me out of the lake, I will let you have these things," Yellowfang decided aloud. "But..."

She squinted at the backpack again. She'd hated wearing it when she couldn't see it but now she could see its use. She was going to fill it with SO MANY DEAD BIRDS.

"I will keep the bundle."