Blacktail Deer Plateau specially for you

Her face fell. What is it? Was this not obvious? She had hunted for him, had shown that she could as she said she could. Her brows knitted, and her eyes shifted from side to side, as if the most appropriate response was written on the bark of the trees that flanked them. "It's... a bird..." she said with hesitance. "A gift. For you." She followed up, reforming that grin as she hoped that now he understood. Maybe he was not used to gifts? She did not know. Much, she did not know.