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

then we'll find more. spoken with the same confidence that pushed him back onto three legs. he nosed around, this time no longer guided by the leftovers of the caribou. his sweeps were grand, even as frost bit his paws and the winds snuck into any crevice in his fur. perhaps here, away from the tampering of the herds, the herbs would come fresher. it was a thankless task, but it was this or preparing more pelts. besides, it was familiar to him.
ghelan would lift his head between mounds of snow, his findings clutched between teeth. and he would bring them to her with a hurried gait and wait for her approval. rabbit pelt did him little favors when he stood at his fullest height against the winds.

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