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Why settle for that then? She states plainly, quirking a brow at his remark about living shitty, tattered ears perked to the side in questioning. He was resigned. She wondered if she could drag a bit of life out of him, and yet she valued her hide enough to think twice before insitgating.

...I hoped yellowstone's'a place where we don't live shitty.. yer not exactly givin' me much faith. She lets out a lighthearted laugh as she follows him along the prarie—like a tick, she latched on and sucked at the blood of his patience. She was enoying herself, at least, and if he wasn't, she gave no inclination that she was aware of such a fact.