Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

colt knew indra would hate him if he were to pick up the odd little trophy and chuck it into the nearest stream. he was tempted all the same, just a reminder that she existed by his grace.
made more sense to let her keep it then.
when a single daring crow alighted nearby, trying to tweeze one of the staring eyes, colt snapped at it. 
he pulled the head closer. he yawned and lay his muzzle beside, guarding it quietly.
while indra hunted, he would quietly doze.