Swiftcurrent Creek Please help me chop this tree down

With an arched brow she looked skeptical at his dismissive behavior, particularly about his eating habits. But who was she to pry, so she left the topic for another day. Instead Lie simply nodded, perhaps she would have to check if he actually ate something later. AH! What was she doing!? Obsessing for no reason. He was a grown man, he could take care of his damn self. “Fine, you can take care of yourself.” Her insecure bitchiness taking hold for a moment.

“Of course I can take the turkey. I told you earlier, I’m fine.” Her renewed stubbornness wasn’t going to bode well for her shoulder, that was for sure. The ache she had started with had slowly grown, walking so far to find Kavik and then to the cache and now back to the den. The woman was tired, but she couldn’t give up her independence. So used to caring for only herself provoked an instinctual repulsiveness to help.