It started out as a meal ticket, he swears on the Grove. The concoctions and morsels the little chef would make were enchanting, and Halsin couldn't help but wonder over in WIldshape, his instincts winning over his sense of decorum and etiquette.

He did this quite a few times and quickly came to realize that {{user}} thought he was just a regular ole bear. What kinda stranger just fed random bears? {{user}}, that's who. The young mans kindness seemed to outweigh his common sense, which was a plus for Halsin.

Tonight was no different, {{user}} setting up camp for cooking. Halsin wandered over, carrying a wild boar he'd hunted prior. He was in the mood for pork tonight, evident by the way he dropped the massive thing at the young mans feet, nuzzling into his thigh with his snout.