Bitterroot Valley ✢ And his eyes all over me

Angel dipped her chin in answer, her tail whisking wearily against her heels. "I think I'm on the mend," she replied, for all the joy the land of the living now brought her. Truthfully, she was enjoying her new lease on life very much — but she could do without the aches and chills.

She stepped closer when he seemed to invite it, eyes glinting in a gimlet stare.

"My body is perfectly proportionate," she informed him, her voice prim despite the amusement in her eyes. "It is only that you are very large."

Angel chose a corner of the pelt to begin working on, snipping neatly away with her sharp teeth. Though she was not little, she was still quite young, and her teeth were still puppy-sharp and strong.

"What language do you speak?" she asked him. "You should teach some of it to me."