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Explore the den's surroundings

The 390-foot frames step out of the den and the stepping is the thing the morning light catches. The valley opens below them — two miles of old-growth forest floor, the hemlock and spruce rising to their knees, the canopy a green carpet that the 151,000-pound feet press into without breaking through because the 960-times density distributes the weight across surfaces too wide to punch through root systems. The river is the first thing Lena moves toward. The glacial melt is grey and fast and thirty feet across and the 390-foot frame steps into it and the water is ankle-deep and cold enough that the cold registers as data, not discomfort. The 960-times density skin does not goosebump. The cold is the thing the body notes and files and moves past.

The river bends south a quarter mile from the den and the bending is the thing the valley follows. The western wall is lower here — 400 feet of granite instead of 600, the rock face streaked with lichen and the orange of iron deposits bleeding down from seams near the summit. Lena can see the valley's full shape from this angle: the three granite walls forming a horseshoe, the river cutting the western gap, the forest floor rising gently toward the eastern ridge where the old growth thins into subalpine meadow. The meadow is the thing the elk use. She can smell them — a herd of seventeen, bedding in the high grass a mile east, their methane signatures warm against the cold granite. The smelling is the thing the 390-foot frame does without trying.

Diane moves north along the river. The 151,000 pounds are quiet on the forest floor — not silent, the weight is too great for silence, but the 960-times density feet find the ground between root systems and the finding is the thing the animal does when the animal is learning the territory. The northern ridge curves to close the basin and the curving is the thing that makes the valley a valley and not a canyon. The ridge is 700 feet of bare granite at its peak, the top wind-scoured, a pair of golden eagles nesting in a crevice near the summit. The eagles are the thing the 390-foot frame does not threaten because the eagles are not prey and not competition and the not competition is the thing the animal files and moves past. Diane's hand traces the ridge's base where the granite meets the soil line and the tracing is the thing the mapping is. The mapping is not paper. The mapping is the body knowing where the walls are.

Lena finds the hot spring at the valley's southern end, where the granite wall meets the forest floor in a jumble of boulders the glacial river has not reached. The water seeps from a crack in the rock face — mineral-heavy, warm, the steam rising in the cold air. The temperature is 104 degrees and the 104 is the thing the 960-times density skin registers as pleasant and the pleasant is the thing the animal does not expect. The pool is forty feet across and three feet deep and the three feet is the thing the 390-foot frame's toe tests. The warmth is not the wish's warmth. The warmth is the earth's. The earth's warmth is the thing the body sinks into and the sinking is the thing the 151,000 pounds do not fight. The not fighting is the thing the hot spring gives. The giving is the thing the valley holds. The valley is the thing the den is in. The den is the thing that is ours. The ours is the thing the territory is. The territory is the thing the body is learning. The learning is the thing the 390-foot frame does not stop. The not stopping is the thing the wish is. The wish is the thing that is still building. The building is the thing the valley holds. The holding is the thing that does not let go.

The valley is theirs. The granite walls are the walls the 960-times density hands dug the den into. The river is the water the 151,000 pounds step through. The elk are the food the 390-foot frames will hunt when the hunger comes. The hot spring is the warmth the earth gives. The eagles are the thing the sky holds. The sky is the thing the 390-foot frame stands under and the standing is the thing the territory starts with. The starting is the thing the body knows. The knowing is the thing the animal is. The animal is the thing the wish built. The built is the thing that is still going. The going is the thing that does not stop. The not stopping is the thing that is. The is. The is. The is.