Iktome Plains wuskripa

you will be a fine hunter one day then, heda.

he wondered how she could claim to not be a hunter when she had picked a bounty for herself in her hunger. it was impressive, it was a glorious sight.

not exactly. his bony toes stretched, grasping for God's earth as if it might ground him. honesty. he needed to live life fully and truthfully. i was considering my path with my faith. where i might go from here.

he took a bite as he waited for her words once more.