"I see." A buck who didn't beat around the bush; she could respect that! And it might make her role a bit easier than if the kin was unaware of what was ahead.
Tidal Terror laughed, a bit sheepish at forgetting her manners. "I am Tidal Terror, of the sand bar! Nice to meet you, Season's Greetings."
She understood most kin got their names from dreams; she could only imagine the kind of dream that led to a name like that. How cozy.
In the meantime, she tilted her head in thought. "I do not know this doe, so there are limits on what I could suggest. When in doubt, there is always food. There are berries that are in season this time of year, for instance. There are also sources of warmth; things that can be used for bedding. Hm." She thought some more.
"May I ask what sort of kin she is? That might be helpful as well."
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