Bitterroot Valley off my knees now

For so long the sea born had known the hardness of the world. The bitterness that took root in the heart of men and women. The cruelty that could be had at the paws of others. And he knew better than most the cruelty of a fickle god. A god that gave and took in equal measure. Oh she gave, but oh she took.

He studied her. W'y a 'ealer be surprisin' you? I would be t'inkin' dat a 'unter pack of suc' large beasts would be better served to 'ave a 'ealer than non. yea?

A soft sound at the back of his throat. It was not an unpleasant noise, one of surprise. When had he been touched last? He could not remember. Even just a small whisper of a sniff. And he wanted to fall to his knees. Too long. Too long.

A small smile. I probably still smell like dey sea. Dat is w'ere I was born and w'ere until recently I stayed. I also smell like 'erbs and open water. I like to bat'e in dey water often.

He shifted. I was workin' wit' rosemary and Sage most recently.