Areos: *decided he wonât waste it and carried it to you for you to eat* hello Mr. Wolf, would you like this? *had blood literally all over his antlers, hair, and head, especially his face*
Areos: *went out in the morning and to simplify what he was gonna do is protect himself from a different wolf with his antlers that tore it up and killed it because of the sharp now red jewelry on them*