Bramblepoint Sweet summer child

He said her name, but didn't offer one in return. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Though she couldn't expect everyone to be like her, free with their words, their compliments, their names. She blew a breath from her nose, and a small smile at his next words. He was a charmer, used to getting his own way. She could see it.

She saw no harm in helping him catch a rabbit or two, perhaps a bird. There are many animals around. The question is stranger, are you hungry for rabbit or bird or squirrel?