Whitefish River Unvsiyv

“And—I’d like to get to know you…if you’re comfortable with that.”

The knee-jerk response was no, I'm not and some tangle of you won't like what you find — only his voice did not emerge from his throat. It was lodged there like a stone he might choke upon. Admittedly it was a hard thing to imagine but he was self-aware enough to not spout some kind of pitiful speech along the woe-is-him lines.

The shrill sounds of the large bird was a welcomed distraction that he devoured greedily.

Maybe, if it's not too rude to suggest, he can look ahead for a path to start on? He'll be better at it — eyes above and all that.

There was a smile, thin and timid, a short lived thing.

Then we can make our way whenever you're ready.

It seemed polite to not rush her, seeing as he had been the one to come in and somehow tangle her up in his web already.