Blacktail Deer Plateau Red solo cup

Dante started a bit when Blue Willow appeared, surprised that he was not alone out here. It was a small mercy that she hadn't witnessed his blunder, though honestly his pride could have taken the hit. He didn't have too much of it. "Blue Willow, hello!"

She looked happy, happier than she'd seemed in days, and it gladdened his heart to know. Her chuckle made him smile, and he let out a small one himself. "Actually, I seem to have gotten myself a bit." He looked down at the gash on his leg. "What do you think? Tell me straight, doc, will I live?" He put on a pained expression, mock worried. He knew the injury wasn't a bad one at all, but he still didn't want to take any chances on infection. Her good mood was catching, though, so even with his botched hunt he couldn't be too upset.