Herbalists' Cache [m] grumble

“A freshly born lamb or a fat sheep with no leg broken would be better if you ask me.” Nivis huffed in response. Yawning as the usual with his tongue out he rolled onto back, staring at Reyna. Not a puppy or in a playful mood, just bored out of his mind and forcing the woman of his dreams to bring him something fresh to eat by providing a view of cuteness. 

“If you don’t want to hunt however, you shall satisfy yourself with the food of poor then. An old doe, two weeks to be exact. About an half of a kilometer away from us. Seemingly some remains but still too little of meat perhaps. Your dinner.”