Whitebark Stream Don't drag me along to your slaughterhouse.

Daylily blinked in surprise as the squirrel was dropped at her paws. She stared at it for a moment, as if half expecting it to jump up and bound away, and then she looked up at the man who had given it to her. She smiled shyly. “Thank you. I will accept your gift.” Now that introductions were over, she hesitated, glancing back down at the squirrel. “W-Would you like me to eat it now?” She wasn’t quite sure what to do now that she’d had food given to her. “Or shall I… save it for later? It would be rude to eat it now, as you have nothing to eat.” Her manners, which had been drilled into her from a young age, came roaring back with a vengeance. She would feel terrible if she started eating in front of someone and they had to just sit there and watch her enjoying her food.