Bitterroot Valley not too far, or you'll be drowned

2-for-1 deal on Big Sky joiners maybe?!

Miska, too, had found his way to the river – and was assessing whether to cross or follow when a sad snippet of a song brought his dark ears high upon his head. Just the one note, high and sweet and lovely. No encore. Downright rude, to tease a man like that.

Miska followed the river and the wind to see the songstress the pair had conspired to conceal.

"Oh-HO," he exclaimed when a slip of a girl came into view, curled up by the water's edge. Miska took brazen strides towards her - the only category of step in his repertoire. If he ever tip-toed, he would do so boldly.

"Make more sing, small girl," the great black wolf demanded, grinning broadly. "You sounding happiest peaceful dead!" Or like an angel, but such a thing was not part of Miska's world view.