Gilded Bay Standing in the open light

bijou was rarely wrong on two accounts: her observations of the world at large, and her quips about men. at least this one conceded to the possibility she might be right -- rare form for a man, if you asked her.

she followed the brute as he forged ahead to shore, his massive paws dragging mini-wakes in the swirling water. "never had the chance." bijou remarked off-handedly, another roll of her shoulders given in lieu of a genuine answer. "bijou. where's your camp?"