Verdigris Ravine tuft

This was sacred, he signed to her. Shifting from words to clan speak.

She did as he said, and paint upon the additional skulls each with a different pattering. At least, as good of a pattern as a child can do. She liked this “painting,” it seemed relaxing, but at the same time an offering.

He had said they’d lay them by the cave, gazing at home once more she wondered curiously, “why?” If they were special then there must have been a good reason to.