Bitterroot Valley I know the story, Dad.

Friede grinned. Yeah! It’s really just lucky, I think, she replied with that same, snarky undertone. I thought maybe I smelled Cenric, but it’s just you! She reached out a paw to press against his shoulder, though would not have been insulted should he try to move away. 

She cleared her throat, then nodded along to the silence. Uhm, so you haven’t found anyone either? Friede asked. Her curiosity was genuine; Kendrick was difficult to read, so she wouldn’t get any answers without requesting them directly.