Bitterroot Valley dalnum

Food could become appealing when offered freely.

Was it truly so free? Móðir might have suggested she say a simple thanks and look no deeper. Faðir would have his head! Her sisters would have all been great, grand giggles and delightful whispers. Her brothers would have surely teased her and bullied him!

For the first time in the turn of a moon, she became homesick. As if the shine of new lands wore off once she thought of home.

So she made her own choice in this moment.

The hare was taken and then, as cleanly as any beast could reasonably manage, split in half.

In the manner of a lady she assigned herself the smaller half. Then nudged back the larger half to him.

Borða. She instructed him now with a soft tip of her chin towards his half.