Lost Creek Hollow One reason

She had her moments.

It was pretty accurate that if she didn't mention something, it was one of two things: either not something she wanted to discuss, or something she thought was so obvious that they had to be on the same page.  Okay, a combination of the two was also kind of an option and might be reality in this case.  But she also had that whole wanting to pretend there was nothing different going on nonsense, so that might cloud things more.

Oh, so he had a slightly more interesting day than her.  Not fair.  Maybe I'll go check that out tomorrow, she said renewed interest.  See, she didn't mind hunting down creatures that went after their food -- foxes, coyotes, whatever.  She had enough size on them that she didn't see them as at all a threat to her well-being.  They were a different challenge than hunting proper prey -- they always seemed to be a bit smarter, probably because they knew how predators acted from firsthand experience.

She was starting to wake up a little more, eyeing him with a bit more mischief, Fine.  Bored, but I guess boring is good.  Treason was mostly thinking in terms of her own adventures, but that could probably carry over to her physical state as well, not that she thought of that.  But it's boring, so any thoughts?  With a quiet growl, she acted out a few super lazy play bites to Terance's neck and shoulder.  There was basically no pressure behind it -- she was basically just mouthing him obnoxiously.  But if it encouraged him to figure out something that might keep her entertained, totally worth it.