Blacktail Deer Plateau Where only brush and Briar grow

She continued to bust him. Yet it felt better that way, somehow. Forging a bond. Connecting with her. Perhaps they were not friends but they were certainly something friendly.

Or so he thought, at least.

Now that time I did get it. He teased in a hum, but truthful all the same. Prepared to sort through the dying growth for them until she gave him another direction.

Leaves. To...carry the flowers? He supposed it made sense so they would not be ruined in their mouths.

I can get you that rabbit. He offered with a mischievous grin, before he trotted off towards the tree. Still have to make up the mint to you, hm?