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

There - a nervousness, a barely perceptible hitch in her breath. Miska took a greedy whiff of Elowyn's fear.

Before he could press her further, they were joined by a third. Miska gave Sega a quick once-over - his twin in stature and opposite in color, except for matching gold eyes that met over Elowyn's delicate head for a brief, tense moment. Don't push. Miska licked his shark teeth.

"Bracie Sega," he declared jovially, and the tension eased as he took a step back from Elowyn. "This good wisdom. Must en-coo-rage thing of beauty, yes? No force." Miska waited as the two wolves introduced themselves, noting but unfazed by Sega's subtle exclusion of him from the exchange.

To Elowyn's apology, the dark wolf said, "Claim of bracie Sega is not being complete." His nostrils flared to sample the air once more - there was a distinct palette of scent there, but it was muted. "You are needing bodies, yes? You take us. I am strong wolf, can protect. El-o-wyn is can singing." He fixed Sega with a pointed stare. "If river is for now also being safe for Miska."