Bitterroot Valley katmiksuk ⦕

sialuk did not answer. kukutux ran her wet muzzle along the younger wolf's cheek. "when we return to the place of moonglow, we will give thanks to the stars." winter hunting could cause melancholy. she wished it was not so for her daughter.

the appearance of a man took her attention. he was made with strength and had watchful eyes. she found their color familiar. "i greet you," she called to him in their tongue. she felt as though he had come to the sunset camp with the winterhawk. but she had not yet known his name.

kukutux beckoned the man closer.