Ouroboros Spine do your best or do your worst

Unfortunately for them both, 'awkward' was Valiant's middle name. He, too, tried to make things seem fine and normal with a swish of his tail. He wanted to like Peregrine because that would be easier. Ideal and even necessary, the way things were looking. It shouldn't be such an undertaking as he'd come to feel, but now that he'd found himself up at that edge of dislike, he was finding it hard to talk himself back down.

"Yeah," he agreed, gesturing to the ground between them. Deer tracks. "That big herd is wandered off again. I could use some help moving them closer to the territory."

He hadn't explained this goal to anyone else yet, so he explained it to Peregrine now: that he wanted the deer to live safe within their borders for a rainy day. That he'd been using scent markers and sometimes physical appearances to encourage them closer to the center of the territory. That, lately, something seemed to call to them from the outer reaches.

"I think they're gettin' suspicious," he said, contemplative. "'Cause they've got all they need here, don't they?"