Bitterroot Valley Yeah, right. What're you gonna do, punch me?

"Destiny will always find us a way to meet," she said to the yearling. Though she doubted to see him again, and simply said so to please. At the moment they laid no claim to any Pack, but Célnes couldn't deny that perhaps it was a suitable idea. He was an option, but there was another she particulary had in mind for a later date.

"I see..." Another disappointing lead, "i'm not sure how far he would have gone." Though west, was perhaps the best she would get. Anything south-wise seemed to have no seen her brother, she thought it gave at least some sort of help. They wouldn't have to needlessly head that way anymore.

"I will not disturb you anymore, as I must be getting back soon. Ah, by the way, my name is Célnes Déorwine, a pleasure."