Willows

He turned to smile at the girl, tail waving in the air as he greeted back, “Good morning. Sleep well?”

He dropped a heap of strips on the hide, then looked up at her question, grinning. “Of course. You helped take the buck down, after all. It’ll taste a bit smoky, but it’s good.”

He plucked one or two up for himself, chewing as he buckled the latches of his armor pouches. He shook out his coat for a good long moment, from nose to tail, finishing with a flick of the tip before he bent and deftly slipped into his armor with a wiggle.

He twisted in rather ridiculous ways to reach the straps and tug them up to fasten them under his torso.

“Will you want help dragging the rest of the carcass to the Armadan border?” He looked up from slipping one foreleg into his bracers, ears perked.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think