Rising Sun Valley [m] gwo pwen

a surprise. a passing thought told him to be cruel; he could simply take what he wished from her, and it would make no difference. but the drum of pain radiating from his shoulder told him otherwise — and he was nothing if not chivalrous.
with a soft puff of air from between his lips, he turns westward, back to his makeshift camp not fifteen minutes away. there, he still had the remains of a young beaver hunted the night prior. the best parts remained intact. he returns to the place he had found her and drops it confidently at her feet; take it or leave it.
hopefully, she would make this worth the loss of his dinner.