Jordan woke early the next morning, and looked around, puzzled for a minute. He didn't move for a bit, though, content in the male's arms. He got up a few minutes later, and headed outside. There, the white man ignored the strange looks, moving into the forest. He collected wood, and returned to Kiyiya's teepee. He slipped inside, and built the fire up, suprised at all the smoke. Hadn't the Indian's ever heard of a proper fireplace? There was only the hole in the top of the teepee.
Once it was done, he located the dried venison he'd been trying to sneak away last night, and began eating small bits. It wasn't spiced, like the white men did to their meant. It let you taste more of the deer's gaminess.