Blacktail Deer Plateau done more in days than done in months

Aningan found her response to be surprising. She liked spending time with him? So, that meant they were friends, right? Surprise became wonder became enthusiasm—he made a friend all on his own, without the help of any else! “I like spending time with you, too!” he said back, tail a-waggin’. “You’re really nice.” Nice and didn’t get upset with him; she was amazing.

At the mention of potential ways to spend time—he was a bit sad that language lessons weren’t an option today but quickly looked past that—he turned thoughtful; a patrol could be nice but hunting could be better. Oh! Maybe… “Do you know how to fish?” he asked. “We can do that if you want. Or hunt! But I’m not sure what…” He tried to find where the prints led countless times before, only to come up empty-handed each time. He considered the possibility of two sets of eyes being better than one but, at the same time, he didn’t want to risk disappointing her. That would make him a bad friend, wouldn’t it?