Redtail Rise Peanut butter on Triscuits and I'm not even stoned

"Oh no!" he exclaimed, his ears splaying to the sides of his head somewhat, he was still smiling but there was a legitimate look of slight disappointment on his face. It always delighted him when others enjoyed fish and always saddened him a bit when they didn't - worse if it made them sick, which apparently her fish had. "That stinks," he said.

His ears perked up though when she went on to say that she had a brother who once made her a deer hide blanket, which was later replaced by a bed of leaves when the hide had worn to nothing. Like her method of soaking meat, he was intrigued by the idea of sleeping in leaves. He had rolled in them, frolicked in them, but had never thought to sleep in them. It was something else he could try sometime.

Luke's interest meeting for a lunch and barter was immediately evident in the way his tail swished happily. "It's a date," he grinned.