A familiar mossy fae comes into view for the vibrant changeling to see, one hand cradling a basket while the other aided in his walk along the forest floor before depositing the woven basket in front of Alex.
Bones, big ones at that, perhaps from a moose or some elk.
Something to gnaw on to clear away that aching craving to pursue prey on an idle day like this.
( @sagilsnonsense )
This is the second offering of bones she has received today, but the shapeshifter will not turn them away as she's already mostly chewed through the first. Giving a soft word of gratefulness Alex takes to settling on haunches to pick out a piece of antler to hold between sharp teeth before presenting another to Milo. She's not entirely sure if it's something he too would partake in but it'd be rude not to offer as he'd been kind enough to do this for her.
The lone pupil of the fae would triple in size at the offering before clawed hands gently collect the gift from the changeling, and the antler would be brought to the faun's molars where bones stood no chance.
He knew the rule for gift giving and how one should savor something like this, so the antler would be made to last longer than the rest, if not for the sake of politeness then for the sake of spending time with Alex.
