Bitterroot Valley objects of ceremony

Two sassy children and someone named after a nervous tick. Miska sucked air through his teeth. They were a pot of leftovers thrown together on the last night before payday.

"This fine," he declared, even though the mere thought of having to school two young boys was exhausting. "Young is good - can bend. Ah, no - I nice wolf now, so I do teach," he corrected with a toothy grin.

Then, leaping from one thread to another, "Sega liking this Twitch? " Miska's brows waggled in the dark. "This only name you saying."