Bitterroot Valley she needed wide open spaces

Angel nosed at the moonstone.

"I think I will keep just one, in case we find someone else who needs something pretty for their den," she replied, her tail whisking. "I want the women to want to stay!"

She gestured then to the rack of elk antlers, which her back still carried heavy bruises from transporting all this way.

"I will give these to Sega," she told her friend, turning back to her with glinting eyes. "We will see what he makes of it. He sent a pelt home with me for my mother."

She could hardly contain her excitement, at that, flushing all over from embarrassment despite her pleasure at this development.

"But tell me about these wolves you've met," she demanded. "Are they nice? Do you like them?"