Blackfeather Woods far away across the field

he followed the girl at length, gaze resting on the plants in her muzzle. marigold; a healing herb. but he had seen the caches and knew that his gift would not go unwanted. he moves like a shadow and pulls alongside her, in front of her, until he breaks his cover and moves to stand in her path, falling motionless when perhaps ten meters space exists between them and he directly in her course. abraxas has spent much of the morn gathering his offering to her, dipping into his own caches, placed where none of the woods denzien's could find nor access them. his most treasured, he'd place out of reach of any canine. but those were out of mind now, as he waited to see how his sudden prescence may be recieved.