Bitterroot Valley drag me under

sega watched her dip into the lake, the soft plunk and the spray on her whiskers pulling a rare ease into his posture. she looked more alive like this— less guarded, more herself.

he gave a slow nod, the kind that carried quiet approval. hn. good plan, he murmured, breath misting.

his tail swept once through the grass, steady. she’d rest, meet the boys, weave herself back into the shape of great sky in her own time.

they find you too, he added, eyes warm. young always do.