Bearclaw Valley you're the voice that i like

An unwillingness to share stories of home was what they shared, ironically. Sprawling plains. Temperate summers, but it snows heavily in the winter. She looks back to the pelts she had carried previous to their conversation.

Tell me when you have dug your den out - I'll bring pelts for you to line it with. Her eyes lift to meet Rala's, waiting for confirmation.