Moonspear Through the big top tent up high

No, he's sleeping. We had a big meal earlier. He responded, glancing back towards the den. Maman has been bringing us little deer. She says they're better than chunks from the big one's. They did taste different, but he didn't have much preference of the fawns over the adults. Both were fine for him.

His head whipping back to look at Treepie, a toothy smile was quick to make it's return. Will you take me further up the mountain?