Ivy clutched the blanket as he took a moment to rough up Violet’s hair. “Take Yamka out to see the sun,” he instructed. “We have visitors. Big yellow and black butterflies that dance in the air. Go see if you can catch one,” he added. “Monarchs!” Violet responded with delight, grabbing for Yamka’s hand to drag her out of the teepee.When they were alone, Ivy swallowed hard. There was something about Horserunner’s
tone of voice and penetrating look, that awakened that part of her that was all female.