Great Bear Wilderness rain

don’t mind me, stealing another one with you

the scents and trails told her preparation was underway. it foretold good things, she prayed. prayed. she had found herself spiritually awoken once more, in the wake of her mother’s clarity.

she saw the young girl and wondered.

the pelt gathering dust made her wonder even more! she did not believe any mothers — are you a mother? you carry names — needed to be involved in this.

let me carry the pelt, if you need to follow the butterfly. warmth in her mother’s tongue, she wondered again. would this one know it?