Silvertip Mountain oh oh feely eyes

She watched the girl methodically remove it and wondered what was so great that might be worth the trouble.  Food, perhaps?  If so, she could likely steal it.  This girl was small and alone.

And nervous, she thought with some satisfaction, as Clementine finished and caught sight of her.  She'd backed up a pace, so Kiwi stood and took a step or two closer.  Just an antler? Pointless.

I wanted to see what you were looking for, she said, bold as always.  But it looks like the good part is already gone.  Too bad for you.  She shrugged carelessly.  My name's Kiwi.