Breakfast in bed

He made his way back towards the island as night began to fall. It had been a successful day. Meeting a stranger, helping her harvest honey, and getting some ideas of a present. He combined some of her ideas together. Hunting a sheep with a nice thick coat, and rubbing lavender into the fur. A coat, and a good scent, with a little bunch of purple flowers tucked behind his ear to hand to her.

She would likely be waking shortly, and he had saved the mutton for her breakfast. He shook the water from his coat, and dropped the meat outside the den. The gift-coat thrown about his shoulders as he chuffed softly for the Empress.