Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

the woman walked farther back and buffalo couldn't fault her for it, nor did he mind. she was a strong quiet warrior type, and he liked to talk. they weren't well-met here. no matter -- soon the pallid pair came to the half-ruined expanse of berry bushes, under which the man knew newborn fawns to be tucked. "behold," he laughed mockingly, before descending the slight slope into the fruitland, muzzle to the earth as he searched for the milky scent of new deer beneath the heavy, rich fragrance of ripening berries.