Pratt is smiling as he gets to his feet, clutching his prey to his chest. The mighty hunter.

"I have no idea!" He shifts his fingers around to get a better grip on it, it's something like a very small deer, about the size of a cat, with ten legs and small knobby antlers. It bleats pathetically while he holds it out to inspect it, kicking all those legs in a feeble protest. "It's a baby of the larger deer things that climb the trees, I've been tracking it for a while. Cute little sucker."

He sounds absolutely delighted, taking no notice of how terrified Carlisle was nor that he's being threatened with a twig.