Canada trailed her fingers down a pine branch as she walked by, smiled. The Netherlands had been right, she'd needed a break, and what better time than April? After the sugar sappers but before the mosquitoes and black flies and stupid tourists. Sure, it still got a little cold at night, but this far into the woods it was just her and Kumawhat'sit and growing things.
She turned left down the game trail, angling back toward her cabin, Kumagoro ambling behind. Which was unusual in and of itself - he usually preferred to laze on the bed. But here he was, shadowing her through the trees, stopping to sniff at her trail every now and then.
She didn't think she'd stepped in anything interesting, but it wouldn't be the first time. Ah well, she'd just brush her boots off before she took them inside.
She crouched next to a pile of sign - rabbit droppings from the size. Kumajoker leaned against her side, made a soft noise when she absently scritched behind his ear. There hadn't been any hares in the area the last time she visited this camp; it might be worth a shot to set some snares while she was here. It'd give her something to eat other than canned food, at least. There were game trails all around the cabin, and if she left one on the far side, one on the edge of that clearing with the old maple-
Kumakoko pushed closer and she fell sideways, arms wind milling before she overbalanced and landed in the loam. "Hey!"
He looked down at her as she sat up, and looked positively offended when she rapped his nose.
"That wasn't nice."
"I'm not Canada," he said.
"Of course you aren't," she said as she picked herself up, dusted off her hands on her jeans, "but that's no reason to be rude."
He snorted, and nuzzled her hip in what was probably the closest she'd get to an apology.
She sighed, and set back off down the trail; let herself be distracted by thoughts of supper and the smell of wet, warming earth.
~ ~ ~
She woke part-way through the night, after moon-set. Oh right, the fire. She pulled a blanket around herself and slipped out of bed, careful not to jostle Kumajiko. She took a piece of firewood and pushed it over the coals, then another. She could have sworn she'd banked it well... Eh, whatever. She was awake now, may as well enjoy the quiet.
She settled herself on the rug, woven cotton worn soft from years of use, and leaned against the leg of the table. It was nice, actually. There were spring peepers singing in the creek outside, and the crack of the birch wood catching flame was comforting. She watched the fire spread, then reached with the poker and stirred the coals. Added another piece - maple, this time, from a tree that had come down last autumn.
She rested her hands on her belly as the fire grew again, warming the small cabin and flickering heat over her exposed skin. She let the blanket fall from her shoulders, breathed in the smell of wood smoke. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back, against the table leg. Fingers drifted down to play with the blonde curls between her thighs, skimmed lightly over her labia. Better than nice, to be alone in the woods like this, no paperwork to be done or appointments to prepare for or bosses to listen to - just her and Kumihoro and the boreal forest.
Her fingers pushed deeper, up and down her slit, circling her vagina before pressing lightly on her clit. She slid down the table leg, blanket bunching as she shifted her hips for a better angle. Much better than nice - her free hand rubbed along her hip bone while her other spread moisture around, up over her clit, and- Oh.
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She turned left down the game trail, angling back toward her cabin, Kumagoro ambling behind. Which was unusual in and of itself - he usually preferred to laze on the bed. But here he was, shadowing her through the trees, stopping to sniff at her trail every now and then.
She didn't think she'd stepped in anything interesting, but it wouldn't be the first time. Ah well, she'd just brush her boots off before she took them inside.
She crouched next to a pile of sign - rabbit droppings from the size. Kumajoker leaned against her side, made a soft noise when she absently scritched behind his ear. There hadn't been any hares in the area the last time she visited this camp; it might be worth a shot to set some snares while she was here. It'd give her something to eat other than canned food, at least. There were game trails all around the cabin, and if she left one on the far side, one on the edge of that clearing with the old maple-
Kumakoko pushed closer and she fell sideways, arms wind milling before she overbalanced and landed in the loam. "Hey!"
He looked down at her as she sat up, and looked positively offended when she rapped his nose.
"That wasn't nice."
"I'm not Canada," he said.
"Of course you aren't," she said as she picked herself up, dusted off her hands on her jeans, "but that's no reason to be rude."
He snorted, and nuzzled her hip in what was probably the closest she'd get to an apology.
She sighed, and set back off down the trail; let herself be distracted by thoughts of supper and the smell of wet, warming earth.
~ ~ ~
She woke part-way through the night, after moon-set. Oh right, the fire. She pulled a blanket around herself and slipped out of bed, careful not to jostle Kumajiko. She took a piece of firewood and pushed it over the coals, then another. She could have sworn she'd banked it well... Eh, whatever. She was awake now, may as well enjoy the quiet.
She settled herself on the rug, woven cotton worn soft from years of use, and leaned against the leg of the table. It was nice, actually. There were spring peepers singing in the creek outside, and the crack of the birch wood catching flame was comforting. She watched the fire spread, then reached with the poker and stirred the coals. Added another piece - maple, this time, from a tree that had come down last autumn.
She rested her hands on her belly as the fire grew again, warming the small cabin and flickering heat over her exposed skin. She let the blanket fall from her shoulders, breathed in the smell of wood smoke. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back, against the table leg. Fingers drifted down to play with the blonde curls between her thighs, skimmed lightly over her labia. Better than nice, to be alone in the woods like this, no paperwork to be done or appointments to prepare for or bosses to listen to - just her and Kumihoro and the boreal forest.
Her fingers pushed deeper, up and down her slit, circling her vagina before pressing lightly on her clit. She slid down the table leg, blanket bunching as she shifted her hips for a better angle. Much better than nice - her free hand rubbed along her hip bone while her other spread moisture around, up over her clit, and- Oh.