Bitterroot Valley i keep tellin' myself, i keep tellin' myself i'm not the desperate type

As the figure moved towards her she became rigid, tense; she didn't really know why.  She'd never been threatened before, and she had no reason to be wary of strangers.  But out here, with her babies somewhere else, and nobody knew where she was... 

It was easier to budget for over-concern than to be caught unassuming in the middle of nowhere.

But as he moves closer — yes, she can tell that he is in fact male now — she sees his scars, the limping way he moves.  Her heart lurches for him.  Hi, she offers a bit belatedly.

I'm Seabreeze.  My sister and our children, we are on our way to see a friend, north of here.