Big Salmon Lake cutback

Fur mingled and she found she wished she could wear it like a shawl. Perhaps the feather still lodged in her fur was a show of that.

I felt — What was it? Where had the nauseated feeling come from? Unwell.

I should be in a moon village, but I stand here. With you.

That was not what troubled her, was it? Yet it felt just as important to declare.