Grouse Thicket geimbreika

He did not look back in the direction of the summit. Just kept focused towards her and the unknown land beyond. She declined his offer of the food, which he was fine with. Slowly and without any trace of passion, he began to pluck the more downy feathers from the bird.

"I could ask the same of you." He said in turn. His tone wasn't accusatory. Only matter of fact. Between mouthfuls of feathers, he leaked his answer. "I felt like getting away." He evaded the whole truth, skipping around the real root of the matter.