Chapter 28
For one second, I saw the sacred place in all its modern glory. Like the petroglyph, it was still active. There were not only ancient artifacts but also modern offerings. A chainsaw, a snare drum, a large-screen TV.
Renewed drumbeats drew me deeper. One step, two steps...then the past consumed me.
There was no drum here. Only the cave girl, spinning in and out of firelight. The pounding of her feet matched the thudding of my heart.
My heart...or rather the pup’s heart. The body I inhabited wriggled. She wanted to dance, to caper. I begged for patience, but it was swaddling furs that held us in place.
Swaddling furs...then her mother’s arms as we were scooped up and added to the ceremony. We spun, dipped, never quite touching the ground.
Scents spiraled to our nostrils each
