A clumsy stranger, apparently.
The yearling held onto the branch in his maw as he moved towards the handsome man, ears perked forward in curiosity as he pushed a trail through the flowers and tall grass. Who was this, that the little messenger would lead him to?
There had to be a reason, but was it to help Vitus or the stranger?
He spoke around the branch of berries in his mouth, as clear as he could though still muffled
Are you alright?


