Silvertip Mountain Misty Eye Of The Mountain

With one final tug, Chaska reeled back with it still in his mouth. And after the snap, he found himself stunned, laying on the ground with the thing in his mouth. In an instant, he spat it out. All he could do now was stare at it, thinking of what to do with it. It had no taste that he could recognize, and felt weird against his tongue and teeth. It felt almost as rough as bark.

"We should bury it" he finally said, sending a sour glare at it. Obviously, it didn't glare back. "And I said that you have a nice name." He began digging a hole next to the black thing, and then dropped it in before covering it up. Now it was gone forever. Hopefully.

"Good riddance" he said proudly with a nod of his head, then turned back to her. Maybe she would seem happy now that it was gone.