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It was awkward, he supposed, being familiar with someone who didn't know who you were anymore. Steady had never dealt with a situation like this before, and wasn't really sure how to act towards Chaska. Should he be normal? Talk about their memories? He just didn't know.

Steady didn't really pay attention to Chaska eyeing the fish, but he became acutely aware his pack mate wanted it when the other male shot past him to devour it. Steady took a few steps away, not wanting Chaska to think he was going to take it. Yeeeaaahhhh, that's cool.... It was a gift for you anyways, he said extra casually, maybe with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He had wanted to present Chaska with the meal, maybe a bit more formally, but oh, well. He had it, and that's what mattered.

His pack mate seemed to not know what exactly it was he was looking for at the bottom of that hole. Steady's head tilted a bit, thinking a moment as he figured out that last comment. He was determined to find out what was so special, and Steady offered up his help. Want me to dig some? He wasn't sure if Chaska was getting tired or not, but if he was, Steady was prepared to step in and dig.