Bitterroot Valley dalnum

She kept staring at him. Any Big Sky male would take it as an invitation. A chieftain would swiftly dismiss any coital activities, dissolving anything outside of a union as a fallacy. Sega swallowed. 
He swallowed hard. Hard when she finally connected those opalescent emeralds with the loneliness of his own. It hit him, then, how lonely he just was. How unbearable the nights had become when in times of prosperity he'd be surrounded by a coven of women. Of brothers, too. But there were no brothers here. And only just one woman.
Svana.
And he took her in like the first breath of air he'd breath for months. A reawakening in his ute soul, revitalizing him in a way that only the sweet scent a woman could. 
Sega pushed the rabbit towards her. Sharing mine. Mine for you.