[PRP] Wind on the Waters

[Anhelisk]

The acha buck nodded at the doe's words. It made sense, yes, but he'd had trouble isolating which plants were good to eat and which were just... woody, so he'd stuck with what he knew.

"What are these called?" he asked, seeing that she was walking him towards a very large cluster of some strange collapsed sticks with long, narrow bulbs at the end.  

[Anhelisk]

The buck looked at her offering, and smiled. "I'll get my own– you should enjoy the fruits of your labour," the buck said. "But thank you for showing me!" He quickly moved to start digging at the base of the plant, carefully rooting around until he could pull a small cluster of muddy tubers out, and working to carry that over to the water like she'd demonstrated.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a bite– and then promptly began stuffing his face with the things.  

[Anhelisk]

Mouth full, jaw working, the buck gave an emphatic nod to the doe's question. After a few more moments of thorough mastication, he swallowed, so that he could give her a more thorough answer.

"This is my first winter here. I... company was sparse and food I recognized was sparser," he admitted.

"I... really appreciate the offer of showing me what's good to eat in the winters. If there's any way I can repay you– doing the labour to prepare the food, after you've shown me, or... giving you company, or... whatever, really– I'd still be in your debt, but things would at least be a little more equal...."
 

[Anhelisk]

Oh! How rude of him! He hadn't been helping the doe out. "Uh, well. Curiosity, mostly. I saw a bunch of kin I didn't recognize and they activated an old landmark and it was amazing, so I wanted to come here to figure out what was going on. And there was a doe that was friendly and lovely, but I think I scared her off, and mostly I just... the desert is wonderful, but I wanted to see the world." He moved to scuff and pull at the plants and dig around the roots– clay soil was far more difficult to dig through than sand, but so much more satisfying!

Anemone snuffled in Whisper's direction again, and the pup once again craned in for kisses.

"You're really good with Anemone," the buck said admiringly, as he continued to work at getting their meal out of the dirt. She could wash them, maybe, and he could dig...? "I'm glad. Glad to have met you, and glad you'll have us along."

Beejoux