Whitebark Stream mulberry

Oh, but-

He tried to interject, tell her about the gift that Sun Eater had given him when he and Ice Diver had announced their marriage- but her next words prompted a reply from him that came forward before he could even think about what he was saying. One eyebrow lifted, one corner of his lips pulled up. 

A man like me, eh? 
She liked him.
Was this flirting?
This felt like flirting. This definitely felt like flirting.
Shame hit him like swat across the back of the head and he uttered a brittle laugh, cleared his throat. She was joking- she didn’t even know who he was. 

Her rebuttal surprised him, and as soon as the shame gripped him, it left. Both eyebrows lifted and he shook his head, before he tilted it so suddenly to one side that one of the younger caribou bleated, in their own language-

That one’s possessed!

And just what do you have against goats?! 

The scarred bull tossed its head in agreement.