Bitterroot Valley dalnum

He returned it.

For a moment, she could only look at him. Right at those autumn eyes that she still could not fathom! Nor did she entirely understand what he said. Something about all. Yet had he not killed this meal himself? Did he too not deserve to eat?

Organ meat removed, small things from such a delicate creature but rich.

These are placed at his feet now. She will eat the bulk of the meat, but he cannot go without.

She will not be all take.

Borða. Once more! This time with a more pointed tone and look at him. Her muzzle swept in a motion from his muzzle down to the food.

She would rather not enjoy if he declined a second time. Even if she, too, understood pushing her luck with a strange man might be a rather bold choice.