Wapun Meadow Warmth

Right - the pelt! She nearly forgot. Her left forepaw lifting, she pushed it towards the man. "It's carrying a gift. I wanted to give you something in return for last time."

There was a clear look of excitement on Milan's doe-eyed face. Whatever was wrapped inside the pelt she had put clear care into. She liked Frederick, and she wished to show him that.

"Open it!" She instructed, a grin spreading across her muzzle.