Kintla Flatlands the sun has blinded me

I'm paranoid about breaking it so I actually take better care of it than I let on. But sometimes the couch really does try to eat it. I think the cat pushes it into the cushions when I'm not there for the warm spot to lie on. :|

When she called after him, he gave a moment of pause. Her sharp tone stirred the pot just a little more even as she revealed that she had been trying to avoid the same old humdrum of hi, hello, how are you. But at least this time, she kept her distance and left him with the deliberation of whether or not to humor her with conversation or simply keep going on his way. For a moment, Mordecai eyed the pathway ahead and considered that option deeply. It was so much easier to walk away and deal with the inevitable consequences. But he had never been one for the easier way.

He turned back towards her, but did not readily close the gap between them. "Well, I was about to go and scout out some of the herds along the river, but," he paused, "I'm think you've probably scared them into realizing we're here." His annoyance was evident, though the tone of his voice hardly changed. "But I'm Mordecai, and I'll warn you once to stay on this side of the river come later. You aren't too far from a pack." Maybe that was her intention, though, to come calling and banging hysterically at their proverbial front door.

And he certainly hoped she would not.