Bearclaw Valley Because he was a better boy, and more loved by the angels

She was as terrified of the giants as she was drawn to them; there was something about being in the presence of the large beasts that pulled at her. She wanted to see more of them—watch them and learn their behaviors. So she had been on the trail of one, careful to move slowly through the territory and keep constant watch around her. She was curious, but she wasn't so stupid as to put herself at risk of running directly into one—at least more at risk than she was just living here. 

But as she tracked, the breeze brought the familiar scent of pack. It was a packmate she had not met yet, and she was even more curious to find them than she had been to find the bear. 

She was lucky today, though; she found them both. The bear was far in the distance, foraging in the underbrush for food most likely. And the man sat closer to her, his head bowed to the beast. 

She softly trotted over to him, purposely not concealing her agile steps so as not to surprise him. She sat next to him, her gaze on the bear for a few moments before she focused it on him, careful not to meet his eyes. I'm Arielle, she offered quietly.