Blacktail Deer Plateau Dance with the devil

He was battered and bruised.

A boy on the cusp of being no more.

It was there, in his haze of ambling along for no reason but to live, that he finds her. A woman who moved around some kind of structures. Cleaning them for one reason or another. A memory is struck in his brain that he can't recall. A place of tall stones and warmth.

He chattered teeth at her, the only sound he was willing to give.