Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

Her offer was met with silent dismissal, which was to be expected, but she had figured it was polite to at least try. Amusement tore at the corners of her jaws before she turned her attention back to what was left of the pronghorn. Even when she did not look to see his eyes on her, she could feel that they were. They trailed to her leg again and again, as if one of these times it would magically go away. She had not missed the way he lingered on it. His gaze was trained to the snowy wastes now, she couldn't help but prod.

Does it bother you? She asks abruptly, an idle flick of her tail against the snow to accompany her words. The lightness of her voice masked the severity lingering beneath.