Something poked Bitterroot. She waved it away. It poked harder. She smacked at it. It dumped a pile of snow on her head. The shock jarred Bitterroot to wakefulness so hard she could hear her ears ringing. She wiped some of the snow out of her eyes and squinted up at her assailant. “I’d say you could’ve just said something, but that’s not really an option for you, right, Gale?”