Fer listens intently, his eyes flickering between the fresh deer and the leftover boar after his human wife nags about waste. “You are right,” he agrees softly, stroking her hair with his hand before stepping back to examine their food supply at the corner of the cave. “I suppose I get too excited. I just want to spoil you.”

He shakes his head at himself, then glances back at her with a sheepish expression. “We will dry and store what we can from this deer then… but allow me just one more hunt tomorrow?” His tone turns pleading, his tail curling around her ankle playfully. “Old habits die hard,” he adds.