Bitterroot Valley dalnum

In the waiting moments that he watched whether or not she'd take his offering, he felt like he'd throw up. Churning knots in his stomach, he'd pray to mother that it would be a passing side effect, and not end up with yesterday's dinner upon his toes. 
He'd grown thinner in the past months. Not entirely noticeable, but he would imagine his mother would have. He is not the Big Sky hunter that he was. No, he was only a shell of what his father carved of him. And even that haunted Sega. Svana reminded him of what he had lost— but even then, he'd refuse to let her go. This beautiful painted stranger. 
The hare was split in two. 
Sega shook his head when she gave him the half. 
Woman take all. He'd clarify. Pushing it back to her.