Bitterroot Valley objects of ceremony

hah. little insane keep wolf alive, he said, eyes glinting faint in the firelight. too sane die early.

he sank to his haunches beside miska, shoulders easing. the silence between them felt full, not empty.

good dream, he said after a time. guard with laugh. hunter with heart. great sky like that.

his gaze returned to the dimming horizon. you stay, miska. land remember name. wife come when season right.