Bitterroot Valley Hubba bubba

Not my forte. Mine either, Saena seemed to say with a nod of agreement. The place would go nameless for now, though she would probably refer to it as "the root place" going forward. Vega offered her name then, a simple and pretty name, before launching another question. This one was more interesting, and not only because Saena could actually answer it.

"At least three," she replied, "one on the mountain range, and mine and my allies'. My pack has newly claimed the thick woods southwest of here," she gave a brief sweep of her muzzle in the general direction, "and the other is still settling, so I'm not sure where they've chosen to go. We both lost our homes in a fire a month ago." There was no harm in telling Vega this. For all Saena knew, the older woman had been by the charred Redtail Rise and Nova Peak already. Maybe she would even recognize the scent of their former inhabitants, though Saena suspected smoke was all anyone smelled when they went near there.

"There might be more that I'm not sure about," she warned. "Why, you looking for one in particular?"