Anew [Mortis]

Dove watched in amusement as the litany of emotions scrolled across the young one's face, unhindered by age. His words cause the man the blink but otherwise show no other emotions. "Yes, of course," he appeased the pup a smile that was perhaps a smidgen tighter than it needed to be. "Grass to line the pelt ." He snorted when Mortis fell savagely upon a branch, snapping it into and turning to show Dove the beast he'd slain. "That sounds . . . daring," he said finally, searching for a word that wouldn't belittle the task he'd accomplish.

Truly, it was a noteworthy accomplishment. To bring down a buffalo with a child and only one adult was dangerous, foolhardy business, and the pup and his father had accomplished it with the former no worse for wear. Dove bent to grab the other half of the defeated branch and trotted off, towards the coast not far away, assuming Mort would take the invitation and lope after him. He broke the treeline, turning to face Mortis with the stick hanging low in his maw.