Verdigris Ravine if we lose our touch, it won’t mean much

With his fur still slicked into damp points, Ephraim found his companion in the shade of a colossal sandstone arch. The conch clutched between her paws earned a cursory glance; by now he was accustomed to her odd practices.

How quaint, he said, settling down on the rough ground and dragging his tongue over his wet foreleg to smooth the fur. He was never one to care much for his appearance before, but couldn't deny that had recently changed. And how might they be of use to you?