Stone Circle lunch

In his path did a new face appear as Ujurak ducked away from the open meadow skies. Although unfamiliar, Kvarsheim's scent mingled with her own and his eyes brightened at her introduction. When they met he dropped the fawn between their feet.

Halló, Inkeri. I am Ujurak. His tail waved casually behind him. Turquoise eyes returning briefly to the circling corvid, undoubtedly waiting for leftovers.

I am looking to keep this fawn from scavengers, closer now, he could detect the fresh fish smell upon her, did you have something to cache as well?