Blackfoot Forest take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears

as she skid, her stomach twisted in knots because she knew that even as she slid uncontrollably, he was using that time to catch up to her.  

her thoughts were reeling.  how dare she fault him for giving into what his body wanted; hadn't she done the same (although she had resisted other men just barely — she knew the pull was strong, too)?  how dare she lay claim to something she had no say over.  

stupid, stupid, stupid.  

her limbs pull close to her chest and underbelly to protect them, head pulled tight until he rounds on her.  terrified, her head whips round and snaps at the air, intentionally missing him just in case he is not here to make sure she doesn't return, but still insisting that he leave.  just go; she knew what she had done.  she knew that she had wronged him.

and she thought she knew what it would cost her.

but when she realized that it was not teeth she was met with, but concern, she forces her gaze up to meet his.  and she feels sorry for the position she's cornered him into.  she never wanted this.  what was to become of them now?  she wouldn't make him choose between them.  he could have his pack!  the red girl and her friend were sure to be very cross with her and she didn't want to have to hurt them because she knew if they persisted, she would.

she searches his gaze with her own fear-filled eyes and an unvocalized question at the forefront of it all — what do i do next?  where do we go from here?