Whitebark Stream Boots

I am dreadfully sorry to have made you wait for this. >w< I got another round of Covid and it really wears me out. <3 I just want to thank you for your patience.

The cowboy was surprised at how considerate she was – to think of their prey as having experienced love and loss was remarkable. He’d killed wolves without considering those things, let alone the creatures who filled their bellies and kept them nourished. Reno had heard of the spiritual types – those who prayed over the animals they hunted. It was curious to someone like him, putting aside the rougher parts of survival to give thanks to the meat that fed them… he wondered if the lady Amalia was one of them.

She insisted that they share the prize she’d won. Reno glanced from her meal to her face uncertainly. She seemed to think that he’d worked just as hard for the meal, but the cowboy disagreed internally. All he’d done is watch and bark into a hole in the ground. She’d done the work of it.

If you insist, ma’am, I ain’t gonna argue.

The dusty figure settled into a spot beside her. The rough edges of his fur mingled with her own.

You did real good catchin’ him. Didja get a look at his face? Surprised as hell when ya got yer teeth in him. Reno chuckled softly. He always liked the look of shock when he had played with the gophers in his home region.