Bitterroot Valley she needed wide open spaces

Her heart was warmed by this answer, though she laughed as Elowyn told her of new connections.

"I should hope so! There are so many new scents in the valley."

Angel stepped forward in time with Elowyn to embrace her again. It soothed her weary spirit to be near the other girl. Like coming home. Like lying down to rest.

"I brought gifts," she said into Elowyn's fur. Reluctantly, she pulled away, only to regain her passion as she swooped down to unroll the bundle she'd brought along. "A raccoon pelt, for our bedding!" she said of the bundle, though it would need to be washed, as she'd carried it in her mouth all this way. "Pretty feathers to put in your fur — "

Angel picked out a pheasant wing feather and tucked it into Elowyn's scruff, beaming.

"And some moonstone, to decorate," was the last thing. Most of it was for Elowyn — she kept one stone aside to gift to one of her new packmates.