Wapun Meadow Warmth

Frederick's eyes widened. A gift? He murmured. He almost felt guilty--he in no way wanted to make the lady feel like she was required to get him something. He thought she'd be hungry, so he hunted for her, and that was that. Frederick wanted to say: you didn't have to, but the look of excitement on her face wouldn't let him.

Yes, ma'am. The snow-pelted man chuckled, using his paws to carefully, tactfully, move away the pelt. He was slow, looking back at Milan every now and then as he went. The expression on his face was priceless, and he matched her grin as his tail wagged behind him.