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

At this confirmation, Angel gladly began to lead Elowyn to where she liked to sleep.

"Not here, and not for a long while," she replied, her tail swishing in thought. "It's strange, but I suppose that's the luck of the draw. Aside from that male — Miska? — everyone's been pleasant enough in these parts."

Not that she'd met very many. But that was part of the problem, she thought.

"It's lonesome out here," she told the other woman. "But the more wolves who come, the less lonesome it gets, and the more wolves will want to stay."

This made good sense to her, at least.

Angel brought Elowyn around to her sleeping place, which was another rocky outcropping with a nice little hollow inside. Her fox fur was spread over a meagre area to sleep on, and she'd been gathering conifer boughs and dried grasses to help insulate the makeshift den. It was small and a bit spartan, but she was slowly making a home of it.

"You're welcome to stay here with me," she said with another wave of her tail. "It'll be warmer with the two of us, and there's plenty enough room — you're quite small, after all!"

She hoped that wasn't rude to say.