Larksong Grotto it's always you

he respected her ritual, remained silent as she spoke her words to the stag-god.
when she motioned for him, he stepped forward, shaking the blood from his muzzle before settling beside her. her offering was generous, but unnecessary. he had fought for this kill, had earned his share.
still, he dipped his head in acknowledgment, tearing into the flesh with a practiced efficiency. the warmth of fresh meat filled his belly, a rare comfort in the tundra’s bitter chill.
you honor your gods well, he said after a moment, glancing at her through the flickering torchlight of their hunt. do they answer you?