Long Way Down

A hunter? Good. The stores needed work, and he would ensure she knew they were a waste not want not pack. The meat was stored, the coats cured, and the bones used for crafting. When the prey was feathered, these were plucked and put aside to full coats crafted into pillows. He eyed her choice of bedding, and said nothing on it. It was her freedom to chose qs she pleased.
"My wife will be by later. You will address her as Queen, or Zee. She is pregnant, and if she needs for anything for her comfort you will provide." It was an order, given as through he could not fathom her disagreeing. Zees comfort was a priority, and not to be taken lightly.

He started to back up, to give her privacy to settle in and eat in peace. "I will fetch you tomorrow morning before dawn for hunting, until then the day is yours." He concluded, giving her a polite nod of departure, before turning around.