Whitefish River The soft and fading light

Koume squinted. She felt accused, angered - exposed! It was like she wasn't meant to be here and this woman was calling her out. Koume was never in a good mood. For nobody. She had nobody to care for, had never learned to do so either, but now she didn't even have the protection of the dark woods looming over her like a threatening shadow as if her own brawny and rude appearance didn't put others off enough already.

She lowered her muzzle to the ground, placing her treasure there but hovering above it as close as she could. A shiny rock. She answered bluntly.