She churrs at the rub, scritching his muzzle softly, nodding.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I guess you're right...</span>she replies, before grabbing both antlers.<br/><br/>She studies them some, while Bitsa begins to work on the male deer.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Though I could also continue like I did until now when I hunted wild beasts: kill them and eat the flesh, not swallowing them whole.</span>