Bitterroot Valley katmiksuk ⦕

The discontent wore on. Sialuk could not say what it was that brought this feeling to her, lingering over her as the moon grew and shrank, grew and shrank. Consistently, she felt... nothing? Whatever spark had been with her in her youth had faded away. She knew that her heart ached for taataa and brataa. It was in winter when the strange storm had taken them away. Sialuk had pushed aside her own wants and needs then, taking on a life that now felt like it was not her own.

And now she felt she was still at a loss. There were brief moments when she felt she was breaking through, and then the emptiness would come again, leaving her hollow. As the months wore on, Sialuk wondered if she could ever break free from this cycle.

Anaa spoke, and Sialuk lifted her ears to listen.