Honeyed Pasture trek along?

u are totally fine dont even worry about it <3

She laughs at his jokes, a fit of short-lived giggles echoing between huntress's teeth. Her eyes trail back to the pointy antlers as they rested in the snow. Ah- not my people, really, but it is something my mother once did, she liked to decorate our home with bones of our prey, one for each kill.

It sounds morbid ja? She snickers, well aware of how odd her little family eccentricities would seem to outside eyes. I like to think of it in nicer ways, like ah- it is proof that they lived, and that they helped us to live, too. It is something like a... tribute. She eats away at her portion, scarfing her pieces down like the wild thing she was.

She shuffles over and gets in close again, shoulder to shoulder to whisper her truest goal. And.. I wish to have the nicest den in Forneskja so... A pause as she turned to look back to the unmoving figure of the deer. decor! Though I may have to get somebody tall to mount it... Pangur was particular about how she liked things to be arranged, she'd just finished decorating for a wedding after all.

Ah! But these were plans best saved for when the fur had properly fallen from the bone. The rest of Forneskja would have to make a meal of the deer before she could entertain such thoughts.

He politely rejects her offer of repayment, which brings a gentle smile to rest on her face, he was too nice! What a wonderful stranger to have come upon, lucky lucky Pangur. Nonsense! Here, you take this at least. She pulls off another portion of meat and sets it down for him.

...I must be getting home soon, before they wonder where I have gone. Thank you for helping, it was nice to meet you, Galen. I hope to see you again. Pangur dips her head, turning now to the deer, where she would attempt to shift it onto her back, make it easy for the drag back home.