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‘Lotta deer,’ the more youthful man stated, and Akavir gave his agreement with the cant of his muzzle to a small nod. It was the enquiry about family that gave him pause—the slap of that statement not something the other man could have known.

“Mine are all grown up and exploring the Wilds and world,” he offered, studying the other man with the hint of a smile. “But it doesn’t stop me from wanting to protect them.”

At the mention of dividing the prize—his smile turned darker. “I told the two men that offered the bounty that it’s the Creek’s goal to keep peace among the valley and we’ve no qualms taking trouble out without a prize in the end. But yeah—that would feed a lot of hungry mouths over the next few months,” he mused quietly. 

He shrugged then, shifting his weight, feeling the breeze of winter play along the short fur of his ankles. "But mostly a heads up would be appreciated if you find him."