Firestone Hot Springs you're my brother

Her first answer was an eerie, chameleon esque blink.

Then, a low chuff of laughter, barely allowed to escape.

That’s what I was going to ask about. She commented a second later, rolling her head to the side to pop a few vertebrae.

If we homestead, I will follow until we settle. After that, I should recreate my stores. She’d lost that mink skin full of herbs in the mountains, and her face soured to think of it. But it was a sacrifice worth making. The small gods in their small spaces had deemed her small life worthy.

The mink was a welcome loss in the face of that.