“You were on the mountain.” Eaglie Flies mumbled, his voice far softer than you expected. His eyes remained on yours, taking it all in.

Pushing himself to his feet, he sheathed the bow he held in his hand. You knew that the Wapiti Reservation was somewhere near here, but you truly didn’t expect to run into somebody who was a resident.

“You know how to hunt a wolf?” His head tilted to the side, and you could tell it was an invitation of sorts.