Big Salmon Lake cutback

For White Elk, it did not feel this way; it felt as though propriety and everything else had been one way his entire life, and now everything he'd known before was wrong. Or not wrong, perhaps, but useless to him. Irrelevant.

So why was he thinking about it?

"Perhaps," he agreed, a laugh in his voice. He didn't think he would find this proper at least until it began as something other than comfort in a time of distress. But they weren't doing anything wrong yet, were they? So he resigned himself to enjoying the moment, feeling carefree and melancholy both at once.

His nose mingled with the fur at the back of her neck.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, remembering how her demeanor had worried him when he'd first arrived.