Blacktail Deer Plateau you make me feel the gentle moonlight on my face

the pretty lady greets her with a word she does not know; the girl is not bold enough to comment on it. "um," she begins, suddenly unsure how to explain herself, "a little." the woman steps near; dread looms in the pit of her stomach. she girl blinks, feathered tail wavering nervously as carefully, she replies, "my name's clementine." 

there comes another; her wagging increases. a smile, a glance at rosalyn. "that's my mama," she explains, immeasurably glad at her mother's arrival here.