Dawnlark Plains Caught up in a dream

as he drew closer, sun eater saw it was a woman. no. a girl, and for some reason her appearance sparked a violently sickening roil of familiarity. he could not see that she was after elk or caribou, and their vast numbers meant it would not have mattered had she hunted among them at all.

he sprang.

not in hunting billow, but the possessive snap of a warrior. he meant to scruff her, drive face down into the spraying snow; to hold in panting dominance.

if she did not move, she would be well.

why did she seem so familiar? this was why he leapt at all.