Bitterroot Valley you said you'd always be there for me

the hare hung loosely in her jaws as she trailed after him, careful to give him space. she was not there to hover or press, only to make sure his storm did not steer him into ruin.

she found him at the river’s edge, the boy’s form slumped in the snow, his thirst overtaking whatever bitterness had driven him this far. she stepped closer, her movements quiet and soft, before lowering the hare to the ground.

without a word, k’edghildza settled beside him, her presence quiet and steady. her claws worked skillfully at the hare’s skin, peeling the pelt free with care. once the task was done, she turned to him, offering the small, fur-lined trophy.

for your shoulders, she said simply, her voice low, carrying neither judgment nor pity. only an unspoken understanding.