Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

Tonravik blinks at him, knowing he had misunderstood her, but not knowing how to explain further to him what she meant beyond what she said. Tonravik was never one to spell things out; people understood her or they didn't. She was not wordy, and was inept at expressing what she wanted past what she had already said.

She went another route. Do you think, pause, as she finds the proper words, You will lead again? Somehow, she finds a way to make the question sound something like a statement, but the comical tilt of her head with the pointed look would surely tell him otherwise. This was a Tonravik that could only come around once in a season.