Sarcasm and young children was always something Savage never understood. He was sarcastic, and it was beyond him why children didn't pick up on it. Of course, just in general Savage didn't know how to treat children to start with. He grew up with a war jacked and crazy Russian after all, so to say the least... Savage had not the brightest up bringing.
"People might keel over dead if I was nice to them." So why was he being nice to this little girl?
Savage took in the name, and the name of her stuffed rabbit she was so protective of. It might come in handy at a later date.
Slowly Savage nodded. "Yes. That will feed many, for many days. Look at it as a circle. Everything goes around. We kill the dear, and eat the deer. Use it's hide and other by-products to survive. Our waste goes back into the ground. Fertilizes the earth. When we die, we go into the ground and does the same. Out of the earth comes more plant life that the deer will eat, and come centuries later, someone like me or you, will kill the deer and eat that one too."
Savage pointed with his free hand at the deer. "No antlers, so it's a doe. Female. You can tell by it not having a round midsection, that it's not pregnant, and if it was... we'd let it go. You know why?"