Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

buffalo's attention was distracted by a flipping fin that broached the surface and was gone; he quickly realized what had happened but did not apologize. instead, he tipped a wink into the chocolatey stare of the silent woman. "sorry 'bout that, toots." why was she hunting fish anyway, with a whole springtime crop of baby animals to devour? "i'll make it up to you. i know where we can score some fawns." 

buffalo smiled broadly at the woman, hoping to charm a smile from her, or at least something more than the level, pointed glare she was giving him now.