Bitterroot Valley Today never happened before.

He wasn't a kid anymore, but at various times through this trip, he'd started to feel like it. Everything was just so new; he hadn't realized how much of the world he'd been missing out on by sticking close to home. Not just the physical sights, but the inner sensation of being without their parents. He wondered if he would feel their presence, though, when they reached their old stomping ground. It was a place Redwood had only ever heard of, and instead of loss or nostalgia, he could only think of the place with curiosity and wonder.

"We should hunt when we get closer," he suggested, his tone conspiring. "Perhaps we will be eating the great-great-great grandchildren of the suppers you had there."

But, glib suggestions aside, he did feel some trepidation. Things had happened in this place. He worried it might stir up strange memories for his brother, and he was on his guard, on the watch for signs that this may come to pass.