Bitterroot Valley if not me

"as helpful as always alsek" she quips wryly, glancing about haphazardly for any evidence of said 'food'. a brow arches at the slight edge to his voice at the follow up question and lips curl with amusement, half tempted to wait it out to see if the softly spoken boy was capable of losing his temper. but the more she thinks about it the more concerned about it she feels, how long has it been since he ate? too long. "we'll find something" she promises "follow me" and would snake smoothly towards a thicker clump of vegetation.

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