A huge gloved hand signals a "thumb's up" just before the huge snuffing nose disappears from sight behind that side of the stable, followed by shuffling footsteps, as Cedar, unperturbed, sauntered back into view.

"[color=7bcdc8]thanks feller![/color]" he beams, before crossing to the indicated position, setting the barrel down, then hauling up the bucket.

"[color=7bcdc8]'Ere's produce ov'r dere if'n ya wannit..[/color]"

The bear-man looks troubled for a moment, realizing he had left the food on the other side, while he busied himself with filling the barrel.

"[color=7bcdc8]Think they'd care if'n I'd stealed some o' da grain from this 'ere stable?[/color]" he mused out loud, with water splashing near his feet. The notion of giving himself a wash right then an there also crossed his mind, but he reminded himself that they were kinda in a hurry.