Blacktail Deer Plateau tuviatchiak

Warmth bloomed within her chest, overwhelmed once more by the kindness he showed. It was not what she had expected to find when she had gone out. She figured at best she would return with a quick meal. Something she, small as she was, could drag back home.

She returned with something greater than that.

On the walk, she would point out certain landmarks. A stream that was always ripe for drinking. Pathways to vantage points. Finally, when they reached the little hole she made home, her smile lingered longer.

I don't know who or what lived in it before, but there is plenty of room. In case you'd like... She trailed off softly.

There was indeed plenty of room. Perhaps from a previous pack, perhaps a bear who had made it home long ago. Regardless it smelled only of her now.

Laid on the floor, a small section of deer hide. Tattered at the edges. Clearly salvaged, not treated with the care of a professional.