[Honey]

When the boy returned with more than just firewood he was please by the fact he was able to do so, but before the boy could skin and cut it to cook he took the bloodied creature and laid it out on the ground before him. His hands ran over the soft fur before he slid the small eyelids closed and spoke in his native language for a long moment. A soft, fragrant wind blew past him before the plains settled again and it was merely another night. He handed the creature back to the boy.