She shifts up and away, growling her disapproval. She moves like bare-arsed lightning the few steps to the fire and snatches the spitted carcass off the flame, setting it on the now cool flat stone.
That done, she makes her way back to him. "I think you may be right." She returns to the blanket, laying down next to him. She wasn't done with the cuddling part yet.
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That done, she makes her way back to him. "I think you may be right." She returns to the blanket, laying down next to him. She wasn't done with the cuddling part yet.