Dawnlark Plains Rush

Reyson had hopes that she would have given the deer a clean death, but as it were, she did not. But it was what it was. He dipped his muzzle towards her at her appreciation. It was not a thank you, but it would be enough. Reyson, knew her kind well.

Do you need help seperating it and putting it in caches? If she did not, he would be on his way. If she did however, need help. He would help her.