What's one more disaster...?

He'd been coming back from seal hunting, the youth grinning as he carried a young adult harp seal in his mouth. His patience in waiting for it to come up from the sea had paid off, and the moment its head had come up, he managed to grab it by the nose and suffocate it. Heading back to the ship, the fiery youth wanted to take it to his den and use the fur as a crafting piece, though...he still wasn't sure what he wanted to make with it. Perhaps he'd seek the help and advice of his uncle since he knew his uncle was pretty good at crafting and of course, he was old. So who better to get advice from?

As he approached the ship, he spotted Bellamy staring up at it. His pace slowed, ears falling back as he eventually stopped. Well shit...should he avoid her? Go around her? Pretend he hadn't seen her? He didn't think any of those were good options. He did feel bad for piercing her leg with his antlers...he had apologized for that after his uncle had gotten involved. Since then, he had steered clear in case she was still pissed at him. But then again, he was just doing what he was supposed to! It wasn't his fault she had trespassed! Fixing his grip on the seal, he got an idea. Maybe she'd like some lunch? After all, he didn't intend on really eating that much. Most of the carcass was gonna be left for someone else to eat if they were hungry. But since they were both here, might as well right? Sharing was caring and all that.

He decided to approach, his steps loud enough in the snow so that she'd know he was coming. And even if she looked his direction at some point, he was really hard to miss with his bright coat. When he got close enough, he dropped the seal and wiped the blood from his mouth. "Hi Bellamy...um...I'm sorry again about your leg...I didn't mean to hurt you that bad," He cleared his throat and glanced down at his kill. "I uh...I have this seal I just caught. Are you hungry?"