Bitterroot Valley a song note

no one had yet been discovered. felaróf was perturbed by this. it seemed this world was stamped with all manner of track but his own. and the wolves commanded the realm. 

despite these two blows to his intentions, the stallion found that being alone leant itself to good grazing. he settled in a valley, beneath the warm breath of a brave springtime day, and fell to exploring the various grasses. from time to time, felaróf lifted his head to search for any sign of the savage denziens, but kept himself amused with chewing and various mutterings about the putrid nature of his neighbors.