Porcupine Ridge ◊◊;

geirmundr. that was what he had said. geirmundr, all silence and low notes. elk charm was becoming more and more aware of the social contract that had cropped up between them. he had hunted for her and even now he did the same, investing a particular time into the sharadoii girl that she could not quite understand.
her life was quite boring, even as she searched for her brother. elk charm was quick to exchange his pittance of mashed roots and tart berries for her share of the fish. she kept her debt from becoming too great.
elk charm looked longingly at the water, wanting to bathe, but women of her band were quite private about such things.
she wanted that pronghorn hide, but ate quickly and tried not to think of it, scratching out a hollow beneath a juniper bush.