Whitefish River and i saw death in the eye of a buck

"...but if the dude ditched on a pretty thing like you, doesn't seem like a great friend to have."

There was a lot to unpack from the man's words.

Ditched. Pretty thing.

They stuck out the hardest. She had not thought that Kigipigak had ditched her, or that he had even stayed in the first place because of looks. Hadn't he been interested in the deer? The land?

Yet this man said it so nonchalantly, smile and all. It planted that seed of doubt in her chest. What if she had disappointed him with what she had to offer?

She was not skilled enough to see through this. Young and still inexperienced with the words of this man's way.

She promised she would still look for her pale friend, unable to give up on him so quick. Perhaps only now it would be with a guarded, worried way.

I don't know... She drawled out cautiously and yet in her tone she showed that she had indeed considered what had been said.

What are you doing here? Carefully pushing the topic away from herself, from this newfound hurt.