Firefly Glen I have you strung,

To his embarassment, Cinar found that another had witnessed his stumble with the buck. He was careful to soften his gaze, particularly in light of her generous offer. If you wouldn't mind, He accepted with a careful smile, pushing to all fours to approach her. The leg certainly wasn't broken, but there was a limp to it now. He had learned his lesson; don't bite a buck in the spring.

Curious, he wondered to himself if she had come from one of the surrounding packs he had scented. There were a few in this area, he could tell, enough to keep him on his toes. Where have you come from, my friend? He decided to voice his question, sitting a respectable distance away to allow her to close the distance. You've been sent as a blessing, surely. A soft laugh, polite and almost feminine, rumbled from his throat. He wished to speak his gratitude in earnest; Cinar was no medic, he would have tried to simply walk it off without thinking twice.