Bitterroot Valley where the north wind meets the sea

Elowyn's lips curled into a small smile. "Ravah is a pretty name as well," she said, lowering her head as if nodding. She watched as the other wolf pulled up a piece of bitterroot and walked toward her with it. She gave another nod as the she-wolf paused to ask for permission.

"Thank you," she said. "That's very sweet of you."

Then, the wolf asked about Sega. "Oh, Sega is very nice. He's been sweet to me, and my friend," she said. "My friend got here before me and was injured and he healed her. And he helped me out of a little bind as well. He's pretty great. What do you think of him?"