Bitterroot Valley Who is Not Without Sin

There was a voice that sounded from behind him. A voice that he did not quite recognise, and so he turned, gaze falling upon a girl, small and slender with a pelt of snow and the forest floor during autumn. A year younger than he. But, she smelt of Great Sky, and so Barrett felt himself relax.
Howdy there, he replied, drawing himself closer to the girl. You doin' alright, this fine mornin'? Making gentle conversation.
Forming bonds within his pack, and what-not.