Bitterroot Valley but now she won't be going back with the rest

@Elowyn

Angel licked her lips, breathing hard as she stood over the fresh kill she'd just made. It was only a turkey, but she felt much better for having hunted something for herself. For the first time in — well. She couldn't be sure.

She was worried, and it showed on her pretty face as she gazed off into the middle distance. Her mother shouldn't be due for some weeks yet to come, but what if the puppies came earlier? Or what if something had happened while she was away?

These fears plagued her, but she was still too weak to make the journey back.

Angel began to sing to herself, her voice soft melancholy, but still carrying:

"I am my mother's savage daughter,
The one who runs barefoot,
Cursing sharp stones..."

And it seemed that it was her mother who would pay the heaviest price.