Sunset Valley these boots were made for walking

She grinned at the offering of the nickname. "If I can call you Bella, then you will call me Keshi." She offered up her own - a name that those closest to her used, a term of endearment in her mind.

The woman spoke of hunger, something Waawaashkeshi understood well. Travelling on an empty stomach was no good. "I know little of the Taiga's packs - but I can catch a bird or a rabbit on my own." She decided. Bella was a friend now, and Keshi would help her.

Lifting her head she searched for a scent, soon starting in the direction of the first one she found. "The winter is approaching - will you find a pack to shelter you before then?" She asked, looking to make casual conversation.