Bitterroot Valley taurus

the land is marked with movement.

herds traveling through. someone else, someone better, might have seen it as promising. instead he sees inconvenience. packs might come for hunting, the beasts might take offense to his crossing. he could find himself on the wrong end of hoof and antler alike.

not that it meant anything when one was already as battered as he was.

disgruntled, he cut across the valley terrain. a shadow snowed over by the light dusting that fell from the sky.