Bitterroot Valley Never Close to Heaven

aye, she replied, but i still have my life. fréobearn thought that it was cruel to complain about lesser injuries, an insult to those who could no longer do the same — like her parents. it would hurt them now, to hear her complain about something as trivial as a tail, when they’d been so unlucky as to lose everything on this plane.

calhoun might not have known of her parents’ death, but he still received a heavy glare all the same. where is brewster? fréo asked with a slight change of attitude. it must have been the high elk’s guidance which brought these two together, so that another déorwine might be helped.