My dearest Winter Sky, Not a day has passed since I saw you last when I have not thought of you. On cold, clear nights, I stare up at the sky and wonder where you are. And when the flowers are in bloom, I think of the days of our hunt, following tracks through the blossoming arrowleaf. Life here continues as always. I am still making medicine for the village and helping my mother keep things in order. We have not seen another famine in a long while now. I am often lonely here, but I am well. I hope that you are eating enough and staying warm and that you always find your prey. I hope that the cold winds cannot find you and that your head finds easy rest each night. And I hope that you will stay well until the day I find you again. Forever yours, Flowering Meadow