Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Her flattery embarrassed him into silence, though he was greatly pleased by it. It only then occurred to him how rare it was to hear such kind things said about him. Fenn was not the complimenting type, which he didn't hold against her in the least. He had never craved praise, but still, it was nice. He couldn't help but wonder if it would feel this nice coming from someone else. He suspected it might not.

He laughed with her, once again pleased that he'd been able to make her smile. Once again, he felt his words caught in his throat as he watched her circle the kill. Heat rose to his cheeks, making him thankful that her attention was elsewhere. Fig had spent far too much time in his life surrounded only by those he was related to. Being around someone who wasn't family, but felt like someone he could care about. That he did care about.

Fig would be thinking about this encounter for days.

His brows lifted in surprise at her reaction to the meat. Distracted now from his musing, he stepped towards her with concern, wondering if she'd bitten her tongue or something. He heard the ew then and couldn't help but laugh. "Is it that bad?" he asked, leaning down to sniff at the tear she'd made into its skin.