Swiftcurrent Creek i brought you my bullets; you brought me your love

Heat rose in her cheeks, her ears, her throat. For a moment Mae wanted to yell at him. She wanted to leap across the water and sink her teeth into his scruff and shake him. She wanted to drag him back to her father and say look, look at your idiot son, look at how alive and unhurt and fucking infuriating he is.

Then she took in a shaky breath.

Doesn't matter, She shot back after a moment, ears flattening. Not like you cared enough to stick around for it. The fuck do you want, anyway? You come here just to make sure we know you left on purpose?