Bunnate
There wasn't one bit of embarrassment in Bunny about leaving the fire. She'd been watching all evening, had seen other folks slip off in pairs, and not just the camp women and the patches. A little snickering never bothered her anyway. She would never push Nate away over something silly as that.
"We can start knocking on tent flaps 'til we find one that's empty." She couldn't help but laugh at their predicament as she snuggled in closer to Nate. It wasn't truly cold, not in Texas in September, but she'd been warmed so much by the fire that it felt that way.
"'Course if we end up in someone else's home they're going to be pretty put out to find us shacking up in it." There was no chance of her knowing where to go. To her, the twists and rambles of the camp's organic layout all still looked the same. It would take more visits before she'd start to get a picture of where everything was.