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

Contemplative as she was, Angel didn't notice the stranger until she spoke. The sound of her voice had Angel whipping around, startled but not displeased by the intrusion. She felt no wariness; the girl was her age, and smaller and lankier than Angel herself. Besides — no one had ever harmed her, and she did not truly believe that anyone ever would.

"Oh! Thank you," she replied, flushing under her fur at the compliment. She'd grown up listening to working songs from the women, and the bawdy ballads of young men. It came quite naturally to her, but she'd never considered her voice anything of note. "I don't know the rest of it," she admitted, "But what I do know seems fitting."

She made a show of limping in a little circle. Her paw didn't pain her as much anymore, but the cold certainly made it feel stiff and achy.

"You're in Great Sky, did you know?" she asked the woman, a little worried she might be trespassing. "A man named Sega intends to claim this valley."

He'd been perfectly kind of peaceable thus far, but it was just good manners to ask invite into another wolf's land. But she was still pleased to see another woman around, and her bubbly nature quickly overtook her once more.

"My name's Angel Oak. What's yours?"