"We used to have celebrations, when traders came through. If a woman wanted a baby, she'd choose a man, and he'd be grateful to be chosen." And the rest of the time they stayed out of the way. Furiosa enjoys the friendship and camaraderie of the War Boys and Blackthumbs at the Citadel for the most part, but...sometimes they're a bit much.

She's feeling all nostalgic now.

Nodding her understanding, she gives the stranger a Vuvalini salute, hand clasping the air and pulling it to her center chest. "I'll be back shortly."

She walks away, going to buy a bottle of wine, first, and then making a quick trip to the Wilds. She'll be away for long enough for Shub Niggurath to have a few other conversations, most likely, but what she brings back appears to be at least distantly related to rabbits (and not a Pokemon). It's roundish and its coat is winter-white, ears like a hare's, but with little cloven hooves instead of paws. Furiosa has wrapped its throat and head in rags so not too much of the blood lost from the cut throat escapes to the ground.

She sets the wine bottle in the snow by the stranger's feet and hefts the animal carefully. It's still warm. "I could skin and butcher it, but I didn't know if you wanted it that way or not."

She sounds completely indifferent, either way. She's already hunted with the Indoraptor; dead animals don't bother her, and this already feels more like an altar-offering than a meal being presented anyway, so she's braced for strangeness. Or thinks she is.