Verdant Basin Making my way back to old habbits... what a shock.

Another joke. Harrison would have taken this attitude better, she thinks. For her part, she stands and listens, her gaze frosty. I don't often make trips outside our territory, Addison replies. It is not my place. But he is looking for a home, and she would be remiss not to bring a strong male specimen back to the creek. Perhaps for Effie, or. . .Emerson, if she returns soon.

Would you like to meet my brothers? the girl asks, ears swiveling idly atop her head. Perhaps they will allow you to stay with us. We could give you a home, and you could help us with the hunting. Her eyes hold the question as she falls silent, waiting for his response. Now, this really isn't her place, to be making such offers to strange men.

At the same time, a part of her finds it patently ludicrous that she is meant to be incapable of such work.

The facade of her existence is beginning to crumble.