Heron Lake Plateau I don't know what you've been told

If he had known her thoughts, he likely would have grown flattered and embarrassed enough to possibly flee the scene. Lucky for them he wasn't a mind reader so he remained as composed as he had arrived.

He listened with obvious interest to the honey female's words. For a moment he thought she was lying but then realized there would be nothing to gain from telling a story like that. There was something to gain from saying you killed it, though. Which she didn't. Oh. He said as he looked at the feathered creature. How hard had it hit that tree?

Moose was drawn back to reality by her question, head quickly bobbing. Yeah. I'm Moose. It wasn't a fancy introduction - nothing like having an eagle - but it would do he hoped. I can help you carry that if you want. He offered with a small shy smile.