Bitterroot Valley objects of ceremony

Not like that, apparently. Miska shrugged, but a teasing smile lingered under the cover of dark.

At Sega's  suggestion that he would be part of the girl's growth, Miska befouled the air with a few beats of coarse, wide-mouthed laughter. "HA! This is most fine compliments to Miska, bracie Sega! It come from ass?" Said in jest, but with the faintest aroma of actual gratitude.

"We see. I am flavor that needing many, many taste. Sophisticate! Wyrafinowany smak!" In fact, a great many packs between the brotherhood and Great Sky had either rejected Miska outright or grown tired of his mouth within a matter of days. What Sega had received was a much improved wolf - a man that had taken feedback, albeit reluctantly.

Night had claimes the world. Miska stood. "I walk," he announced, intending to find a nice divot to sleep in. "Tomorrow I find pani not-like-that."