If I may?

The male was kind enough to take up her offer, and she smiled, nodding her head in assent. Lifting it, she scanned the surrounding land to find something they could bring back. The scent of a herd of deer in the distance caught her attention, and the femme turned to her companion. "How do you feel about deer? I'm sure by now there are fawns we can catch." She murmured, gesturing with her broad, regal muzzle in the direction the scent wafted from. It should be pretty easy, she had already taken down a dying fawn on her own, abandoned by it's family. Ruby optics fixed on the features of the dual toned man, she awaited a reply. Massive paws struck the terra as soundlessly as ever, her thick silken pelt moving as if she planned the swaying of every hair. Occasionally the light would catch the scars on her forelimbs, but she paid them no heed, they were too old for her to care about them anymore.