Silvertip Mountain antipathy

Byll listened to Buffalo, her mind screeching nonsense. That Buffalo preferred their mother. That Buffalo would leave her for the miserable thing. But one spoke with utmost clarity:

Stay. He will stay.

And he responded at last, "I have you". She had not been holding her breath for his words as many may, she merely nodded as though she might have been expecting this all along. His smile was mimicked in its entirety, mocking him, but at his honest question, her face fell. In earnest, this time, she repeated his words. "I have you."

Here she pauses, and narrows her eyes. "No one else can have you. Not Her, either. Sos can, but, that's it." She nods, feeling her word law, and the madwoman believed it to be so. You are mine. Mine mine mine. Possessive Byll, who half the time behaved as though she despised the male; her wild mind could not decide.