Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

Defeat had never come easily to Blondine. As the deer got away and Indra turned back, she plopped down onto her haunches and allowed her head to hang low. The breakdown was coming and it was time that she stopped trying to fight it — it was only a coincidence that she and Indra seemed to be going through their crises at the same time. 

It started as a soft sob and a small lurch of her body, but it quickly grew into an accumulated weep. Blondine, oh, Blondine, she thought, You're gonna embarass yourself. Because of all the people who could have seen Blondine break down over a deer, the most abundant big game around these parts, it had to be Indra. It couldn't have been Xan who'd already made up his mind that she was weak, or Reigi who wouldn't have known the difference. It just had to be Indra.