Otter Creek just a reflex

“Dis-gus-tang.” He gave his assessment, and Lane couldn’t disagree.

”Yep.” He had been pretty brave trying one of the roots, after Lane had demonstrated with a leaf. The roots tasted fucking awful, but they stored better than the leaves, which would wither up after a couple days. Watching the boy muscle through one of the tough, chewy, dirt-covered roots made Lane wince.

“Are you sure it's not the cause of your stomach aches?!”

A bark of laughter escaped Lane. ”Pretty sure.” She stepped over to the creek to take a drink, and hopefully wash away that taste. It was not a taste you ever really got used to.

He finished off with a threat, to which Lane responded, “Fine by me. Just do me a favor and keep your tail tucked. I don’t want to have to smell your shitty ass.” Lane smirked, her tone teasing and playful.