Bearclaw Valley with sincerity, there is virtue

Pretty <3

Her expression did not fill with anger or disappointment but instead, the air filled with the sweet sound of her giggling, and Drust felt as though he could taste it. A sweetness beyond his imagination... though he was in for another surprise.

It fueled him and she seemed too energized as she reached into her pouch and took the fish to the river. An artform commenced and he followed her looking over her shoulder, his burly shoulders over her petite frame mesmerized at each step of the sequence. A look of ah spread across his face.

The final product so clean and elegant the thought of eating it brought a hint of guilt to his stomach. They sat in front of the bed of ferns and foliage, not yet tested by the bear, too enamored by what was previously just a simple carcass.

The wooden plate was pushed in his direction and she sat prim and proper before him, looking to him expectantly.

He paused a moment, wanting to be sure she intended for him to eat her masterpiece.

Taking a bite of the center flesh first, a deep captivated purr bellowed from his throat. Undoubtedly the best bite of fish he'd experienced in his life. His eyes widened, unsure if he'd mistaken the taste. Going in for a second bite confirmed the reality. 

The wooshing of his large tale propelled through the air.

A lick of the roe and a nibble of the roll, indulging in each of their unique flavors, leaving roughly half behind. 

Taking hold of the tail he took a few steps back and laid down. Holding it between his paws, gnawing at it with his back teeth... it was then that he realized his companion remained fixed, unmoving, unsatiated.

A confused bellow huffed from his lips. Looking to her and the fish before nodding his head and bellowing again. He had left her the better half after all.