Blacktail Deer Plateau Spoken Word

"dhanyavaad,"he responded, dipping his head in gratitude as he filled with warmth at her words. he felt more accepted in this pack, more loved, than he could have ever imagined when he first caught sight of this woman and her friend. "thank you, pema. thanks for bringing me here, most of all."

aditya looked over the horizon, where the sun was slowly beginning to dip below the earth. night was falling fast, and they ought to head back to the warmth of their dens. he closed his eyes, breathing in the crisp winter air, taking in the vast array of smells the plateau had to offer. the freshness of pine, the musk of the wolves, the blood from their last pack kill. . .

"aisa desh hai hamaara," he said with a smile. "'this is our land.' and will be, for a long time to come.'" aditya pointed his nose toward the rendezvous site, his gaze questioning. "shall we head back to the others?"