Bitterroot Valley But Where's Your Heart?

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There was a pack — or at least an assortment of wolves consorting with each other — along the river as it spilled from the mountains. Their scent was strong enough for Orson to know where to avoid heading towards. She followed the border around, seeing where it twisted and turned, wondering just how big the pack was. It led her up the mountains, the darkness of the stone suggesting some volcanic activity some time ago.

She was not the only wolf venturing on the summit. There was a woman clad in earth and cream sniffing at the foliage that poked out in the scrubland. You from this pack 'round here? Orson used as her opener, keeping a safe distance from the woman.  Not right to sidle in too close to a pack wolf near their home.