I was just starting to doze off when a crash from outside had me jumping to my feet.

I grabbed a knife from a sack of tools he had nailed to the wall. I held if out in front of me as I inched my way to the doorway.

Looking out the window, I laughed. It seemed as if Anselme couldn't quite handle his-my catch. He seemed to be struggling to carry the stag over to a makeshift table he had made from a pine tree. I laughed again to myself.

"Do you need a hand, Anselme?"

"No, of course not! I can do this on my own," he grunted.

Ignoring him, I walked over and helped him pull it onto the table. The he stood there with a hand on his hip.

"Do you even know how to skin a deer?"

He grinned at me sheepishly, while running a hand through his hair. "Not exactly... You do though, don't you?"

I laughed. "I mean, I have skinned a rabbit before, and I helped your Mother when that poor fawn got caught in one of your silly traps. I could try..."

"I knew you would be of some use to me!" he laughed.

I turned to glare at him. "I'm tempted to keep you hungry till tomorrow, you know." I smiled as he put his hands up in defeat, an apologetic look on his face.