Bitterroot Valley take a gamble that love exists

What was this womans problem? A question that he may have genuinely asked her, should he have had any sort of energy whatsoever to put up with her defensiveness. Her righteousness, more like. Her assuming nature and her misunderstanding, or, more so, her lack of interest in understanding at all.
She moved between himself and the elk carcass, stubborn in her words and frustrating in her mannerisms. Are you serious? He scoffed, brows drawing together as his nose wrinkled upwards. A mix of irritation and genuine confusion. He did not move away from her. Rather, looked upon her with squinted, narrow eyes, breathing heavy through his nose. It was like this for a few moments, him simply searching her gaze for something representative of a joke, of some sort, before he moved away with another scoff leaving him.
Have fun takin' all night, he slung over his shoulder as he stalked away. Irritation prickled every hair in his body, tracing down his spine and shooting into his tail, of which would give a single lash as he went.
He shook his head and regretted finding her in the first place.

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