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

Miska's unsettling smile split his dark face again, but the voice that charged past the ivory guards bordered on jovial. "It is decide! I stay," he declared, and took a demonstrative step away from Elowyn. "Perhapsing you make chase on Miska one day; am very strong, obvious very handsome," he told her with a wink, mostly tongue-in-cheek, then inhaled deeply of the cool air as he turned his head slowly from her, to the valley, to its guardian. "I walk," he informed Sega with a nod, "Touch ground, taste wind. Great sky will being my piękną kobietą, my beau-ti-ful woman on this day."