Bitterroot Valley if these are life's lessons

backdated a few days or so

It was time. She was as healed as she could hope to be, and her endurance was nearly back to the way it had been before. Angel sought out @Sega with a pale fox fur draped over her shoulders. One she'd made for herself — the first she'd made for herself, actually.

"I've decided what my mother should have," she said as she drew nearer, her voice and her eyes quite steady despite the trepidation that kicked like a rabbit in her chest.

She would head out today regardless, she decided. She didn't know if her mother was even still pregnant, but if there was any chance she might make it to the birth, she had to try. And she'd done as much as she could here, filling caches and marking borders. Not a debt repaid, but a deposit paid down.

She would be returning.