Blackfoot Forest may the light guide me

The man didn’t know how lucky he was to have stumbled upon a sensible woman. She wasn’t offended or agitated by his rudeness, and less than forthcoming attitude. Siarut nodded slowly, peaking over her shoulder at the discarded rabbit hole. He didn’t worry about her, whether she could handle herself or not it didn’t matter. Siarut would defend himself, but beyond that it was the will of the universe who would win. Quite frankly, he wasn’t sure which outcome her would prefer. If she won or he did.

Not that it mattered, as they both seemed level headed enough to avoid conflict, for the moment anyway. Sia hoped that his lose grip on rationality could survive this encounter. “No.” Again he stated the simple reply, drawling the o as he thought. “I don’t have a place of residence, I don’t sleep much.” Clearing his throat, embarrassed slightly by the admission, Siarut took a step back. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you.” His mother would have been ashamed of his manners, and the northern man mentally berated himself for his intrustion.