A quiet chuckle slipped from the trees.

Lucky fer ye...

Clementine stepped from the undergrowth, her cream-and-russet coat catching the light as she emerged from the shadows she'd occupied throughout the hunt. Her holly-green eyes settled on Dhaska before drifting briefly to the elk. ...I'm nae. She stopped a respectful distance away, calm as ever, carrying herself with the quiet confidence that seemed to come naturally.

I watched the whole thing. A flick of her ear. I wondered if ye'd quit. Her gaze lingered on the carcass for only a heartbeat before returning to him.

Ye did well.

The words were simple and genuine. High praise, coming from someone who rarely offered it. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her muzzle.

So... are ye sharin', or am I admirin' it from over here?

Dhaska