Whitefish River can you dig it?

As Katrina stood there before the lanky yearling she found herself questioning why she had done this. Why him? Did she unknowingly yet maniacally twisted him with her words to lead beside her? Or had her choice been entirely genuine and she had wished to see him do something other than walk out of her life? She felt baffled by the situation, unsure of what to think, say or do. He didn’t make sense to her and the more she tried to figure it out, the less clear it got. “Hiss,” she remarked as he responded playfully at her and she rolled her eyes in play. He had such an attitude. With a small smile as he bumped into her hind, she gave him a playful growl. She knew what she wanted to say but feeding his ego felt wrong and unjustifiable. Katrina didn’t want to be the fan girl who rode around on her horse trying to find the Prince Charming. She definitely did not want to be anyone who swooned over some heart-throb celebrity. “Came this way to scout and maybe find a recruit along the way,” she shrugged her shoulders and followed at his side to whatever direction he went. Tail swayed gently in the background at half-mast, wishing that there was some spark of chemistry that she could feel from him at the moment. Anything at all to know that this wasn’t a complete mistake or a waste of the enormous amounts of time she had.