Bitterroot Valley dalnum

He was pleased when she took the meat back and skinned it for the fat for herself. Woman needed it more than he did. And even then, when she could have taken all that the hare had provided, still pushed tiny organs towards his blonde feet.
She was stubborn, this Svana. He would give her that. He reminded her of the women from his tribe— one's who commanded their soon-to-be chieftain husband's.
Begrudgingly so, he pulled the remaining corpse towards himself.
He waited for her to eat first.
Whilst he did, his autumn gaze would fall upon her. Her scent, albeit sweet, had no traces of anyone else. Was she alone just like he was? A part of him hoped so. A part of him, trekked deep within his soul, wanted to whisk her away and keep her forever. Make her his wife.
But it could be the loneliness speaking through him. He shoveled the thoughts down, taking a wary bite.