Big Salmon Lake Why are you hanging on so tight

Within another moment, Periane rose and left, bidding her farewell and leaving the pelt there to claim. Though she wished she would’ve stayed a while longer, Pie only murmured more words of gratitude as the woman departed. She wondered if she would ever see her again.

Her attention soon turned to the fur. She reached out and gently ran a paw over it. It was still quite damp. Tiuttuk gently plucked a few crumpled petals from the strands and then sat back on her haunches.

She’d only just gotten here and was in no hurry to return, despite the dread which loomed. Treepie would sit here and let the pelt dry, enjoying the peace and quiet of the lakeside.