Hey There, Bucky Beaver

As far as Ari was concerned, gifts were an obligation that needed to be rectified. They symbolized a debt to someone who'd given something to you, so you needed to do something for them in return. Otherwise it was just... charity and that was a horrifying thought. So when Azure had been thoughtful (Azure, thoughtful, that was a good one) and brought her out for a good relaxing murder and a beer, she had entered into a debt with the big oaf that needed to be balanced. So she'd thrown on her new armor, rounded up a temporary posse, and gone off hunting. She'd done her part and made the kill and had claimed the lion's share - tiger's share??? - of the prize for her part. A bit of work, and she'd made something pleasant.

Azure was a workaholic so rather than try to track him down wherever he might be working, Ari trotted up to the border with her pack and called out in the most loud, demanding, obnoxious tone she could, just so he knew it was her. She had a present for her three-brain-celled big brother.