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

the dark wolf’s grin was sharp, but his tone was not cruel, and so sega let it pass like weather over stone.

you walk, then, he said, the words rolling slow, broken, but firm. great sky watch you. she not kind if you make trouble. there was a flicker of dry humor at the edge of his voice, gone as quick as it came.

he turned then to elowyn, the gold of his eyes softening. great sky, yes, he murmured, nodding toward the wide stretch of land behind him. my valley. my hunt. his chest lifted with quiet pride. we take big prey. elk, moose. live honest.

a pause, his ears tipping forward. you sing when ready, he told her simply. no force here.