Blacktail Deer Plateau Fell apart south of Salt Lake

In that moment, Raleska needed Rosalyn -- and it was evident by the way her eyes imploringly lingered upon the female. The tension along her shoulders resolved as the matron turned, regarded her, and then obliged -- truthfully, Raleska had half-expected Rosalyn to leave.

She smiled, a half-hearted and weak thing -- no more permanent than a structure of sand in the wind -- but then pressed her thin shoulders to Rosalyn, and stared off into the distance a while longer.

She had so much to think of .. so much to pour over and fight against.. but it helped, having Rosalyn near.