Bitterroot Valley who's never left home, who's never struck out?

Angel was grateful for Sega's warmth beside her, scooching a little closer to better absorb it into her own body. It made it easier to pay attention to what he was saying, even as she laid her head down and watched him through tired, half-lifded eyes.

"Further north than this?" she asked, her tail thumping the ground. "My family isn't so different," she told him. "Just hunting and being together. I learned to trade and to navigate, too, though. And I learned how to prepare pelts."

She'd lost her small pack in the river. She wished she had it now, just so that she'd have a soft comfort from home nearby.

"Well, I'll have to go back when I'm better, at least to let them know I'm alright. But..." She sighed. "I've been wondering for a while what I'm meant to do. It's hard to just stay at home. I want to find something of my own. Make new friends, fall in love..."

She blinked sleepily, her breaths coming steadier as she began to feel warmer.