Dawnlark Plains paint rock

he thought of this, but decided he saw little appeal.

together they watched the young ones, and he felt even some warm welling in his spirit to witness. one day he and an antlered member of that twin pair might meet one another. he wished to see them grow to such a noble moment, strong enough to pose the threat of taking his own life.

he was consumed by himself; he pushed the conversation on.

"i not forever. caribou, they are. we both born. we both die. but i see caribou today that will breathe when i die." the migration was tied to mortality; a reflection of self. faceless though each ruminant might seem, it was their very collectiveness that ascended them above wolfkind.

"i would have ... bored, to walk one land. want hunt all places. live beside spirits."

she had killed wolf. she had killed bear. "war chief not longest. not always. is about — listen to me. do what best for all. kill any. but not kill all."