Well....a job was a job...but still, Natalie needed a few more details before she just blindly accepted. She wasn't sure what 'ride the ole bronco' meant, not what the pat on the thigh meant....or why one thigh seemed so much thicker than the other. Still, the barrel of moonshine, whilst an unconventional form of payment, could be worth a bit to the bar in town. Plus if the wolves did eat valuable items, there could be some useful equipment, after a bit of tuning up, or at least some stuff worth selling. "Ok...tell you what, if you throw in the meal, and provide me with a knife to gut the wolves, I'll take the job" It seemed a bit of a waste to use the weapon she had against wolves, but a job was a job, and hopefully she could sell the barrel of alcohol for more than the cost of the ammunition. Natalie picked up the bread, dipping it in her soup and taking a bite. It tasted a little different to how she expected...but it was made from vegetables likely grown here, an alien planet with who knows what in the soil. Still, it must've been safe, people had been here for a while and eating this stuff after all.