Bitterroot Valley smother the sun

Isugajuaq hardly noticed the tension thick in the air as he approached, steps absent of any inner turmoil he felt now entranced with this newcomer to the vale. She was larger up close than he had initially presumed, though her sedentary position begged to differ. Still, her shadow towered stalwart and unbreakable as she spoke.

Truth be told, he hadn't realised he was staring and offered her an apologetic smile as he averted his attention to the ever-so-interesting snow. "My mistake. I will look to the ground if it makes you feel better," he began, not entirely certain of what she wished to hear but eager to please nonetheless. A glance her way - was she stargazing? - before returning to his paws. "What do you see up there?"