>>19351819Little Beaver silently trails the sobbing Paule back to her room.
She’s never met the girl, but she’s seen her around the war lodge taking bumps and spreading joy in equal measure.
It hurts Little Beaver’s heart to see one so typically full of hope and enthusiasm reduced to tears.
Part of her wonders if she’s to blame, after all she did antagonize the spirits of the lodge.
After Paule drifts off to sleep Beaver covers her in a warm, handwoven blanket.
An ancestral treasure given to her great-great-great-great-grandfather as a peace offering by the notorious indian fighter General Georgia Hardfoot Custard.
Maybe tomorrow she’d introduce her self properly and see if the young rookie was interested in a friendly match.
