Redsand Canyon Boot Straps

Beset by herbs and foul smelling things of some sort of plant. A mouth full  of a dead rabbit. Amd upon his back a freshly washed and sun dried goat pelt. He'd been saving for what he didn't know, but he figured @Towhee could use it.

He headed towards the den where Towhee and Maxim resided. Though briefly he faltered. Remebering well his first disastous visit and he had not come since. So he stood a little further away and chuffed. Forgetting that Towhee couldn't hear briefly.

So he pressed nearer the den. He placed a paw upon her doorstep. He lay the rabbit down and spoke. Would you accept brief company or would you rather sleep?

He moved foot to foot. He didn't wish to cause her anymore pain. And she may like a rest.