Wild Berry Meadow it takes the shape of a place out west

Angel, too, was interested to see an unfamiliar wolf out in the meadow. She kept half an eye on the herd while she circled toward him, intent on learning more.

Despite having had company this time, her trip with Valiant had been remarkably lonely. There seemed to be less and less wolves around, and it was concerning for her future prospects. Even this male did not look quite right, she realized as she drew closer. He was older than her by a few years, which meant he would likely die a few years sooner. After all the men that had disappeared from her life, she was looking for someone who would last.

But, then again, beggars could not be choosers. She eyed him warily, skeptically as she approached.

"Where'd you come from?" she asked him, putting him immediately on the spot. It was not her usual friendly way, but she was feeling quite persecuted by life, at the moment. Someone had to answer for it, and he was the only one around.