Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

"the meadow of berries. unless you don't want to go that far?" he inquired hummingly, smirking at her pointed lack of interest in him. presuming that she did, for the promise of a meal would not be denied, buffalo fell into step alongside the pale woman. he knew that small talk would be wasted on her, and so he set about matching their paces, fixing his eyes ahead.