Iktome Plains ken without a barbie

Wednesday watched him, and truly was surprised that he remained. Well, it would not be said she did not give him a fair chance, would it? 'How could he have known' some might wonder, and others, upon merely looking at her, would ask, 'how could he not'? It was clear Wednesday was at a loss for words, and he might be able to deduce that she was flustered for a moment. It was legitimate. She didn't know how to react to the chivalry; she had thought she would need to attack him when his back was turned. But he had stayed.

It certainly made things easier. And it got better; a hunt! Wednesday shifted her weight eagerly, and nodded. Yes, certainly. Hunting's about all I am good for, Wednesday spoke to him in earnest, and then thoughtfully added on, Though I guess I make for a good guardian, too... Yes, make yourself seem like someone to relate to, make him warm to you if you can. In a hunt, trust was required between partners... What will we hunt?