Bramblepoint Apples for a Doe Doe

Moth nodded, their tail twitching in the bushes. "I smelled the deer- your deer." No, they've said it wrong, the wolf- Andromed- will think they came to steal it. "I didn't realize it was yours. I've already eaten, anyway." Not that they would have passed up the chance at fresh meat, but they're a scavenger, not a thief. They just need to make sure that the wolf in front of them- a strong, sturdy looking male that has to be a warrior of some sort- doesn't think they want to steal from him.