Bitterroot Valley a green truck hummed low

I feel your struggle.

Blah, blah...All that Friede gathered from their conversation was that Cynefrid had come to scare off her lunch and then leave. It was a fair trade off (she could go find the squirrel again after their conversation) but still, a major inconvenience.

She responded to the proposal with a firm nod then began walking the squirrel’s trail. Friede probably wouldn't linger here for too long but, whatever.