Big Salmon Lake voice-bearer

Ah, they had run into a little snag. They were having trouble locating one another by sight. But he was helpful. He would be standing on a hill by the lake. 

"Hold tight." She howled back. "I will come try to find you!" Then she added. "I would like to meet you too. Your voice is nice."

After her voice ended, Bronte slipped out from the small cluster of trees that had sheltered her. By now the shadows had lengthened to cloak the land. The last light only a burning sliver of the dying orange sun. She paused to admire the view. It was so tranquil and surreal.

Her lighter coloring with the flame like ridge along her spine, made her perhaps slightly easier to spot in this low light. She scanned the lakeside, searching for the said hill, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.