Bitterroot Valley Yeah, right. What're you gonna do, punch me?

Oh he didn't trust it. Maybe in a few more years it'd begin to seem safe, but all he could think of was that the flowers were some sort of fake lure. Like it wanted him to stay so that the mountain could kill him. Nobody let the poor kid watch Wizard of Oz, ok? The flying monkeys would do him in.

However, now as he looked across again, he spotted a blip on the horizon that he hadn't noticed before. Darkish brown, like bare earth. He scuttled forward, careful through the plants, watchful, kind of cautious as always. As he got closer, he called out, Um! Hello? Because Spook, unlike her, didn't think there'd be anything wrong with stopping to talk to anyone. They were there, so he would go talk. As he got closer, he noticed she seemed maybe... A little patchy? It was hard for him to tell quite yet.