Bitterroot Valley ∟∟ móki

@Barrett

the scent of elk thickened as they neared the base of a ridge, where the land dipped into a shallow cradle of grass and stone. crows lifted at their approach, irritated but unwilling to challenge the living bulk that chased them from their meal.

sega pushed aside a curtain of brush, revealing the fresh carcass— a bull felled that morning, steam still faint along the torn flank.

he stepped back, giving the stranger room. no demand. no test. only offering.

here, he said, voice low. eat. plenty left.

his gaze slid to the male, steady and expectant.

i give you my name, he added, breath misting. sega tuhut.

a pause— not long, but meaningful.

now i ask yours.