Whitefish River i tell you the things i know now

Eilidh sensed him coming closer, heard his paws padding on the loamy earth between them, and nearly recoiled from his embrace. But in truth she loved her father, even if she was angry with him. Already Dante had confronted her about her disappearance and tried to allay any fears she had. He also had asked if she had any interest in outriding, and although she hadn't thought about it before, the question made her think more seriously about it. She did have fun on her adventure, even if she had gone a little hungry.

Her Pappa's words were soft and heartfelt, and though she wanted to shout at him for choosing Cas over her, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Not yell, anyway; but she would give him a piece of her mind. "I'm angry with you and Cas, Pappa. You didn't ask me if I wanted to go on the scouting trip. You didn't even think about sending me." She sucked in a harsh breath, trying in vain to stifle the tears that threatened her eyes. "And Cas, he--he only thinks about that girl. Whatever her name is."