Emberwood the art of barter

He must have been on time, or they were both operating by the same broken clock. Either way, his tail began to thump the ground when he spotted the chocolate girl making her way to him; she did not keep him waiting at all. He grinned up at her as she came to a stop, placing her half of their trade at feet. "Hey there!" He greeted warmly. He glanced at soggy, bloated creature, and then to his fish. What a combination. Her spoken sentiment echoed his thoughts.

"Both of it looks like something a poor starving dog dug up," he laughed. "I'm sure it's worth the wait," he replied and leaned over to nudge her shoulder playfully. Then in turn he scooped his fish with a paw and pushed them so that both the surf and the turf were between the two companions. "It's good to see you too. So how you been?" It was not idle chatter; he wanted to know, and as he waited for a response he made the first move and bent to sniff at the rabbit. He was an open minded sort, and did not scrutinize the prey too much before biting into its shoulder, and pulling off a hunk of soft meat.