Porcupine Ridge things my heart used to know

Diane found herself more and more distracted from the previous bane on their conversation as Jhala's posturing turning enthusiastic. There was a gleam in her molten eyes, and an inadvertent tug on her lips that she probably didn't even notice. Diane couldn't help but notice how smitten she seemed, but nor could she help the small twinge of jealousy she felt towards the friendly beta. Everyone she had ever known, loved, or merely been smitten with was gone—Jhala didn't know how lucky she was.

"Maybe, you know... once he's helped you master it, you can teach me?" she asked hopefully; wanting a friend. Needing a friend. "I mean, I should learn how to hunt them, right? Do we Ridge wolves specialize in porcupine hunting? Or is it not required? Do they even taste good?" she began firing off questions, obviously trying to bury her past flub with conversation. With the wordless male gone, it was easier to find her stride, and being around the accepting two-toned wolf before her made her all the more comfortable opening up. Diane didn't want to be the frightened and weak girl, adjusting too slowly to a new lifestyle.

Idly, as she and Jhala continued talking, her thoughts would sometimes wander back on how she'd reacted to Farstep's touch. What was that?

Fade here?