Bitterroot Valley a place to rest my weary soul

Yara drew to a stop, looking toward the other canid nervously. She completely hadn't noticed anyone else around, and it put her on edge. Still, her tail wagged briefly, an instinctive response to the wiggle in the other's hips. She turned slightly as Imaq got closer, keeping herself positioned to flee if it came to it. Her ears twitched in the wind.

"Hello, Imaq." She shifted her paws slightly, tail hung straight down but carefully not curled under. "I'm Yara. Is this your home?"