Blacktail Deer Plateau blue sky black death

Bones lifted a paw off the ground and waved it absently. "I've never hunted big game before but I'm pretty good at catching fishes, frogs, turtles, snakes—that kinda stuff," she explained with a proud, lopsided grin. Being praised by her father was absolutely delightful. "Though me crew member, Tu-wa-wi, has helped me learn some more," she added and nodded at his question. "I live in a place called Swiftcurrent Creek, under the leadership of Cap'n Fox."

For the first time since arriving, Bones's eyes sought something besides Atticus; they drifted upward to the plateau jutting into the sky, which was now a deep plum color. The enormous outcropping loomed like a giant, shadowy ship above them. What had Osprey called it? Black Deer Plateau?

"Is this where you live?" she asked a little breathlessly, her eyes finding Atticus's face again. "Are you in a pack? Does anyone else live here—relatives, I mean?" The silvery youth wondered if she might not only gain a father but perhaps other relations as well. She sucked in a breath, daring to hope, although Atticus alone was prize enough for young Bones.