Nineteen
Freya trudged over the wet ground, the tall gumtrees around her emitting a smoky-damp scent, the earthy smell from the soil strong and strangely calming.
She turned to Max beside her. “Is it true that male kangaroos can be really territorial and attack anyone who crosses their path?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged, his breaths a light pant from the effort of lugging the majority of their stuff. “You’re the Aussie, you tell me.”
She tugged her backpack higher onto her shoulder and walked farther in silence.
The Ruby Room would be closed for a couple of days while her promised stage repairs occurred. Meanwhile, Max would be exposing her to the supposed joys of camping. Though given the current conversation, she wasn’t so sure this whole camping thing was such a good idea after all
