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“Uh, not really. I feel better. I’m hungry though.”

“I kept the meat on the grill. Come sit and eat.”

I looked to the fireplace to see the small fire still burning, keeping not only my food but Fennec warm.

“I have to change first. I’ll be right there,” I told him, pointing to Papa’s cabin where I had stored all my pads and clothes.

“Try not to wake him. He wasn’t in a good mood before he went to sleep.”

I nodded before opening the cabin door and stepping inside.

He had placed his mattress in the far-right corner and on the left, there were all of our things.

It was enough space, and I couldn’t wait for the toilet he promised to build.

I could use some privacy when I was on my period.

After grabbing a clean pad out of my duffle bag, I walked out of the cabin again to then head straight into the forest so Fennec didn’t have to watch me change my bloody pad.

“Don’t go too far,” he told me.

I stopped a few feet from our treehouse and hid behind a wide tree before I pushed my pants and thick tights down my legs.

I sighed as I saw all the blood covering my pad and back of my panties, this not being the first time I had lost that much blood.

It wasn’t unusual, and I was sure most women had a heavy flow, but it was annoying.

I pulled the pad from my panties and set it down onto the snow before placing the new one in and pulling my pants back up.

“You okay back there?” Fennec asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied, taking one step aside and seeing him standing there next to our treehouse.

“You sure?” His eyes wandered to the pad in the snow, and I quickly picked it up to dispose of it in our compost bin.

“Yes, everything’s okay, Fennec,” I promised with a smile.

“That’s a lot of blood,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I should’ve changed it before going to sleep,” I said, shrugging.

“Meat’s good for when you’re on your period,” he told me, his eyes still on the pad.

“I guess.” I walked over to pass him and throw the pad away, but before I could do so, he grabbed my wrist and pulled the pad out of my hand.

“Losing that much blood isn’t healthy, you know that? You need to somehow get that iron back into your body.”

I knew that, and since we ate enough meat, I never worried about it.

“Sit.”

I went over to the fireplace and sat down on one of the trunks, watching him inspect the pad once again before he turned to get rid of it himself.

“Good thing I kept the livers, kidneys, and hearts from that deer we shot yesterday. You should eat those.”

I kept looking at him as he walked over to Papa’s cabin, then he went inside and came out again a few seconds later, holding a small steel container in his hands.

“You want to cook it now?” I asked, but he shook his head as he walked over to me to sit down.

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