Bitterroot Valley dalnum

He mimicked her now with his own word.

Did they understand each other? Perhaps he'd never know what she was truly trying to tell him. That this was the first good company in many suns. That traveling was indeed nice, but perhaps she was not built for it. That being alone was not for her. Not truly.

The novelty of it wore off in a moment of kindness, it seemed.

She watched carefully as he now gestured to both of them. This word longer than any of the ones they had spoke before.

Tuka-vaa?

Brazenly she stepped over what little remained of her meal, nearer to him. Dwarfed by his near mountainous height. That autumn gaze of his cooled as much as it burned her.

Now she gestured between them with a sweeping of her muzzle. She could have reached, had touched, but refrained. Some sense of lady-like behavior bid her to not lose all her senses.

Tuka-vaa.

She still did not fully understand, but she was trying to.