Big Salmon Lake cutback

He missed her. His work suffered for missing her, and still, he had three feathers left. He should find more men to bestow them on, but instead, he sought her out.

He was not used to missing people. Not like this. He didn't like it.

Her scent came to a lake, and he watched her for a moment as he had back at the glacier. She was so beautiful, and as much as he wanted to speak to her, to be near to her, there was a part of him that loathed the idea of breaking the picture with his own image.

But something seemed different, today.

"Callyope?" he called out, his voice made sharper by some unnamed unease.