Waste not, want not.

Manea was playing with Fia and Alastor when she heard Chade's call and she very nearly sent Irilyth or one of her ravens to tell the blue-hued young man that she wouldn't be able to come, but she remembered the task she had given him to prove himself as their master of hunting. She cared about the boys she had taken in so long ago very much and as she considered it for a moment she certainly didn't want to let him down. With a soft sigh she promised Fia that she would be right back, gave Alastor a parting kiss, and then went out to join the ambitious young man to see what he had prepared for her.

When she arrived it looked like he had already begun quite a bit of prep with the still wet hide waiting to be prepared, the makings of a fire going, and some strips of meat at the ready. "Well well, it looks like you've been busy," she said appreciatively, giving him a smile. She settled down across from him with the makings of what would become a fire between them. "Reindeer?" she questioned as she examined the tawny pelt and the antlers that came with it. "Nice choice. What all do you have planned for it?" she asked, opening the floor for him to show her what he had set up and to let him do his work.

"Manea Mendacium"