Broken Antler Fen I’m tired of Goofus and I’d like my Gallant back

Norah had been correct, now she tried to guess the girl's approximate age to find out, exactly, how long had the nomadic ways been in practice. Not a retiree - that's for sure. Not a yearling either, but something in her character - either the aura of naivety or innocence made her younger than her actual years too. The impression Norah had garnered by now was of a young adult, who had not yet quite grown or at least learned to walk the gown-up shoes. 

"Is there a family that still waits for you at the Bearclaw valley?" she asked. "Or have they too dispersed?"