Heron Lake Plateau imma lick that, stick that,

When Tegan decided that they would stay put, Elwood was happy to park himself. He shifted into a sitting position and reached out with a forepaw as his son pushed the deer leg towards him. He didn't need a second invitation; his stomach gave a hungry twist as he bent and sank his teeth into the meat, tearing off a sizable chunk that momentarily impeded his ability to reply to Tegan's question.

A few seconds later, once he had managed to chew and swallow his mouthful, he answered. "Not a whole lot. Spending a lot of time with your little brothers. How about you -- I haven't heard the details of your trip to the coast yet," he prompted, nudging the food back towards Tegan to indicate that he should feel free to eat, too.