Emberflame Ridge Every face, every song.

"Okay, okay." He laughed, brushing Towhees paw away from his face. One of her greatest features, in Rye's eyes, was her mastery in humor. It was an ability he wished he could master, to spark laughter no matter where he went, under any circumstances. Rye gazed at the caribous rump out of the corner of his eye, a little jealous Towhee got the ass meat but rather than asking to switch he simply gnawed on the shoulder meat resting on the scapula. 

"Fret not, I promise to give it some more serious thought. I'll be sure to let you know the minute I make my decision," He paused. "Well maybe not the minute but same day delivery." He huffed out a half laugh. "See you around Towhee." He waved her goodbye as she went on her way, looking back to the left overs to see if he could scrounge up any useful meat or hide.