It was not as if he was actually not going to tell him anyway. Just... not within earshot of other deer. The others had gathered and had been given supplies for their little trek. Handy was leery of letting any of the others carry his goods, opting instead to keep his pack and satchels right where they were on his person and carrying the deer goods, canteen supplies rations of the god awful tasting fare the deer called food, and other goods, including rope and sheets for a makeshift shelter.