Kenna
Dakota made his way downstairs for dinner. He dropped gingerly into a chair and waited, pretending nothing was wrong. But he looked so frail. The shirt he wore was easily two sizes too big, and it hung off his shoulders. He made no attempt to fix it. Though he did run a comb through his hair, he hadn’t showered that day, and he seemed tired.
Regardless, she was happy to see him up.
Though her primary goal was to cook for her dad, she decided to accommodate everyone who showed up for the meal. Rada helped by chopping meat and dehydrated veggies. There were more than a dozen mouths to feed in the big house. It was an ambitious task.
But a stew could easily feed them if she made it big enough. Apparently, the hunters had gotten a healthy spiny elk a couple days ago, so there was ple
