Bearclaw Valley I am still here. Give me back my smile.

The hunt had given Blondine a decent look at all of the faces within the Valley and awakened an inner curiosity to know more about them. It was late morning and the skies were clear, save for a few sparse clouds. The weather was agreeable and the wind was fairly tame; as far as Blondine could tell, today was as good as any for a hunt. The herb caches were carefully maintained, but their meat supply didn't seem to be as well-guarded, so Blondine thought that she ought to help out.

On her way out to the outskirts of the territory where the herd roamed, an unfamiliar scent wafted past her nose. Blondine's ears were perked with interest as she followed it, soon finding herself upon a vaguely recognizable femme. Howdy, she called, gait speeding as she approached, I don't believe we've met.