Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

I really like the scale you had set up for dice rolls, and how they correlated with different amounts of points for a hit.

Bronco yipped and bounded (albeit clumsily) off Āzon, his hindquarters slipping in the mud and sending him to a seated position without permission on one flank as he allowed his defeated spar partner to get up. He was pretty impressed with himself for having won- but also quite pleased that the spar had gone on without either of them getting angry or causing each other harm. The deer was mentioned, and Bronco's ears perked. Licking his lip, he returned to the kill and lowered his head, but not to eat. Instead, he grabbed it by its tough hide and dragged it over to a grassy area near where they'd been sparring. 

"Since I won," He said, "I say we both get to eat. S'plenty left, an I definitely owe you; that was fun," He said, reaching out to bump his head gently against Āzon's shoulder to show his gratitude.