Emery smiles, careful not to show too much of his sharp teeth, and says, "Doctor Sally Boyle? I'm Emery. I've been helping supply some shops with meat from my hunts. Mostly deer. And the owners said that you would probably need some direct help, since you've got a little one."

He holds out the covered dish in his hands -- already cooked, from the scent wafting off it. (Sally will find that it's a shoulder roast.)

"I also have some raw cuts on hand, if you have cold storage for them. And some vouchers they wrote up for you to use later."