Lost Creek Hollow Printemps

He sat back up when she accepted his offer, so that he could pull some pale clumps of dead fur from his sides and flanks. It came willingly- it was time for him to shed so that he could handle the change in temperatures. 

The thought of the babies growing up, knowing his scent from day one appealed to him as well. He wanted to be as familiar to them as possible.

”Of course,” He agreed, once he was finished plucking. A rabbit for an altar seemed like a bit of a waste to him- but if it was her desire, he would make it so. Angering Gods was not on his to-do list, nor was angering Ash Star. ”Just put it there and leave it, yeah?” If he was going to do this for her, he wanted to make sure he was doing it right.