TC could hardly believe this was the same girl who not long ago was swearing like a sailor and threatening to shoot him with her bow.  She sounded like a typical teenager though he did keep an eye on her especially once he handed her a knife.  Of course he watched for more than just his concern for self preservation.  She really was attractive, in a semi-psychotic sort of way, and he had learned from experience that crazy had both good and bad points.  Sure she might try to kill him but he could easily imagine her being a sexual powerhouse as well.  At the end of the day, she might very well be worth the risk.<br/><br/>She certainly seemed to like the dog though, and the dog had usually been a pretty good judge of character in the past so maybe there was hope for her after all.  TC was content to listen to her nearly non-stop stream of consciousness monologue.  He wasn't a big talker anyways, preferring to listen and then to act, more than giving speeches and pedagoguery.  He did though offer the comment "He doesn't belong to me."  Referring to the dog of course as he didn't really take care of the dog like a traditional owner.  They just seemed to connect on some subconscious level and the dog stuck around.  Somehow the thought of 'owning' him seemed almost peculiar to the counselor.<br/><br/>TC also watched to see if she actually knew what she was doing when it came to dressing and cooking the rabbit.  She was certainly no stranger to a knife or to rabbits for that matter.  He found few enough that had any skills and fewer still with such great tits.  My how she could talk though.  Even after she put the rabbit on the coals she kept talking.  It was not the way he would have done it but he looked forward to seeing how it turned out.  He wasn't at all opposed to learning from a camper as much as he might teach one.<br/><br/>He did enjoy silence though and as her words continued to flow he decided it was time for action.  He came close to her, ostensibly to retrieve his knife.  "I'll take that then if you are done with it."  She seemed rather stable at the moment but he still felt better having it out of her hands.  As he cleaned the blade and put it back in his satchel he turned back to her.  In one quick fluid motion he took her into his arms and kissed her.  He pressed her hot young body against his hardened frame, pressing his lips to hers.  He reveled in both the silence and the feel of her.  He wasn't sure if she would kiss him back or try to stab him but sometimes you just had to find out where you stood with someone.