Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

he grinned at her cheeky nature; he had seen her wince, but did not comment upon it, not wanting to shame finley. at her inquiry, he tilted his head in surprise. while he had flushed the game and brought it down, lasher was a modest beast — he did not think of himself as more deserving based on his efforts.

"i will let you choose first," he said smilingly to his companion, hoping she would not demur, and accept his offer. standing back from the kill, he inclined his muzzle toward it, indicating that finley should take what she desired.