Honeyed Pasture trek along?

Pangur listened while they walked, slowing her own eager pace a little, it would do them no good to startle the deer again once they finally caught up. She liked the way he stumbled over his words, it must not have been often that others made his company; a notion confirmed as he spoke of his solitary hunts. She held no judgement despite what the shame that touched his voice, Pangur still burned bright with hopeful optimism.

It is no problem really! She says assuringly, shaking her head. We will be lucky, you will see. Pangur's jaws widened with a grin, she spoke with a playful sort of certainty; sure, the buck's hooves could easily crack a skull, though she remained unbothered by the dangers. She had hunted enough deer, both before and within Forneskja.

I will chase when we find them, I can slow it down, and keep its attention on me- its antlers spared just for her. She would be taking them home when all was said and done! She needed to earn them. -You can come from behind it, all you must do is shove it to the ground, and ah, maybe bite a few times for good measure.

Her tail swished and skimmed the top of the snow as a wave of ease settled on her shoulders. You agree?