Heron Lake Plateau to walk a path of slaughter

you are a fighter. so said the man.

no, countered satsu, sharply, a dribble of water from her chin. her face grows warm.
my brothers were. i danced.

these were memories satsu would keep to herself as much as possible. happier days.

she sighs. spares him a shy look as her eyes avert, her thoughts too heavy now.