[So far, all of Lucy's experiences with the local wildlife have been... less than stellar. She's sure they're fine on a good day, but apparently today -- and this week -- has not been a good day. Bitten by a dog, headbutted by a goat, she even got slapped on the ankle by some sort of... fish... thing?

It had feet, and it was sort of terrifying, but in a way that hadn't bothered her until it'd begun sucking on her toes. Which she's pretty sure was in an attempt to eat her; it simply didn't have teeth.

So this time, she's come prepared. When she stumbles into a woman sitting quietly with a dog, she almost thinks that must be Eydis herself. Lucy's just about to give a wave when the dog jumps up, growling at her -- just like the last one.] Oh! Hey, no, I'm a friend, I promise! I -- hey, look, I brought a snack! [Lucy pulls out a sausage, which has sort of gone old and cold, but... dogs like that, don't they?] And you can trust me. Though I can't vouch for what's inside this. I, um, was not there when it was made. And also I have no idea how to make a sausage.

[But she does set it down on the ground, crouching down a few feet away from the offering. She does, now, wave at the woman.] Hi. Uh. Is this one yours?