Hushed Willows I got you first

The male laid down his little find, looking rather pleased with himself like a cat who'd caught the canary. Octavia moved quickly to check out what he'd brought and the sable male moved out of her way to let her investigate the items. "My guess is old leftovers. It was near some rocks, maybe the deer got caught by a little rockslide or maybe it's someone's old kill. No meat, unfortunately, and the rest of the bones were taken - but maybe Tambourine can gnaw on the antler." Stark suggested. He knew that he'd have milk teeth to lose and the older the boy got the more quickly he'd approach that process. It would hopefully save Octavia from being turned into a chew toy. 

"This, m'lady, is yours." He said rather proudly. It was a decent stretch of fur, something that she could at least rest on and give herself some more comfort while Tambourine was at her side. It would be enriching for the puppy, too, giving him new textures and new things to explore. "Thought it might make things more homey for you." He said as he offered a bright smile to her, hoping it might lift her mood from the stressful mess of things lately.