Noctisardor Bypass instead of ordering an uber, we ordered a goober

Despite the raking wound Heda leveled on his pride, Anselm made good on one thing; he brought what meager creatures he caught to the den. 

He was not so gracious a delivery man that these gifts were announced — instead, most of the bodies were thrown roughly against the stone, a crude dinner bell that announced more about Anselm’s feelings than anything else. 

He’d hurled a broken rabbit at the rock with all his might before coming face to face with Druid. He froze, noticing an acrid bite to the air that was not quite sweetmilk. Thinking she wanted her privacy, Anselm turned to leave — but he kept one ear trained behind him if she called.