Bitterroot Valley not too far, or you'll be drowned

Elowyn hadn't expected anyone to hear her howl, she hadn't seen anyone in some time, and once it had escaped her lips, she partially didn't want anyone to hear it.

She watched the river flow for a bit, losing herself in her thoughts, memories of a different river. Then, she heard a voice, demanding she sing more. She stood and turned to the voice to see a larger black wolf watching her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't sing much," she told him. "Maybe another time, though." Her ears twitched as she spoke and her tail flung about behind her. "I'm Elowyn," she introduced.