Bitterroot Valley dalnum

He ate slowly. Watching her the entire duration. Watching as the meat came apart once touching her lips, once the flesh rolled down her throat. It was as intimate as he'd been with anyone in months. For this, he would be grateful.
The bridge that tied them had disappeared. His share of the carcass gone. But some of hers remained, and he couldn't understand why. Was there something wrong with it? Rotten? No, it couldn't be. He had just hunted it.
She spoke a word he did not know. Kjöt. Did it mean rabbit, meat? He couldn't tell.
Meat. He said back to her in his heavily accented voice, but then countered quickly, Tüm.
Any excuse to talk to her.