Bitterroot Valley énska

anyone from Saatsine?

Baa had bade her go ahead, to travel from the waning lands of the east to seek new frontiers elsewhere. Following the sun and stars had led her here, and it was a place that seemed fruitful—but loneliness was beginning to set in.

For Rising Sun had always been closely devoted to her family, and life without them by her side was a monotonous blur of tiresome days and sleepless nights. She sang their names to the sky in vain hope that they'd hear. 

And, perhaps, if they did not follow soon, she would return and bring them herself.

The caribou had come through this place. The woman followed their trail, sniffing at old droppings and examining the deep hoofprints in the snow. She licked her lips and thought of a feast; her stomach rumbled loudly in response.

A lonely, hungry existence. May the gods spare her from it soon.