[Auspicious Happenings]

Once she reached her camp, she sat with little grace next to the fire. Picking up the rabbit from earlier, she took a savage bite.
"I really wish he had drowned" she muttered to herself.
" Fifteen years old... Who is he kidding?!" she glowered.
Staring down at a puddle, she puffed out her chest and tried to admire her figure. Her lack of breasts was a sore spot for her, and she was irritated of the possibility that he might have figured that out.
As rough and gritty as she could be, she was still a woman, and she had womanly pride.
Tonight that pride was very injured.
The rabbit had lost its appeal and she set it aside for later, curling into a small ball on the floor, she closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.
"I bet he hasn't seen a pair of breasts since his Mother weened him" she chuckled darkly.
(I love character quirks)