Whitebark Stream i'll take the sweat from your palms,

a chuff in apology. he allowed the silence to billow until he could handle it no longer, the leap and loop of silkweave sheets against his ear. "the children vill stay vith sequoia until their mother returns. i vill bring meat and help to feed them all."
rambling. "they vere put on meat earlier this afternoon. thank you, again," the man said, then was quiet once more, eyes upon the water.