Bitterroot Valley Exit, Pursued by a Bruised Ego

at the mention of angel, his ears tipped forward, a quiet warmth behind his eyes.

hn. yes, he said, voice low. when she come back, you learn from her.

he took a slow breath, already imagining it— angel’s careful paws, callahan’s eager study, the valley full of movement again. it sparked something old and good in his chest.

i introduce you proper, he added. she like strong wolves. kind ones too.

he stepped back from the carcass, glancing north where the winds shifted through the valley.

when she return, we make pack hunt, sega murmured, a thoughtful rumble beneath the words. in her honor. and for your joining.

his gaze returned to callahan, readying to transport the meats.

great sky grow today. that worth celebration.