Sick - again. Halcyon had fallen to whatever illness had kept him at bay only some seasons ago. Ah, Elohim had to admit, he had been waiting for his thanks; had he not wagered against Halcyon, Aster and he might have starved many weeks ago. But Elohim was generous, no? He did not need the thanks. Instead, he dutifully hunted each week and left the carcasses just east or north of the borders, away from the predatory and close enough for a pack wolf to take it to their alphas. Yet, it had put quite the unfortunate twist on his victory - he had intended to be alone with Halcyon, after all. Funny - he thought - that his good intentions had brought about a new bout of sickness.

But he had grown impatient this day for he had brought a young faun to the borders and yet, the prey from the week prior had barely been moved. It had been chewed at, sure, but it had not been taken to its appropriate owner. Rather than risk it again, he had been cocky - he had overstepped those borders once more without so much as a second thought, slinking through the tall grass with his kill dragged behind. Out of habit, he kept his profile low and downwind but in any case, he was direct with his intentions: Aster's den, this time, to ensure no other got the spoils of his efforts.

He was taken aback then when a child had suddenly darted from the den; by all means, he had thought the thing had decided to charge at him after having heard him approach. Yet, its dark form dashed by him seemingly unaware as he crouched low and silent, blood-orange eyes watching as it bounded about and swatted at the grass. He frowned and dropped the faun by his side; if it - she? - hadn't noticed him, had she noticed the meat? He had to admit: he was not sure what to be more surprised about, that the child had been so oblivious or that Aster had not successfully instilled a certain kind of paranoia about her children yet. After all, he was sure it was one of hers. One of? Just how many had she even had...

In any case, he had grown curious enough after having watched the child dash back and forth and act strangely with the grass. Was she attempting to eat it? Even Elohim could not remember having done such a thing as a child... and so, he stepped out, faun in tow once more. Moving along the same path that the child had, he intended to drag the kill right by her before taking it to the den's mouth to drop it. Whoever she was, Elohim was not entirely sure the child was quite right. He had never really met a child, after all. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to if they were so oblivious and unusual.