Bitterroot Valley she needed wide open spaces

Angel was exasperated, though quite endeared by how slow on the uptake Elowyn was being. Perhaps her traditions were different.

Then again — perhaps Sega's were, too.

"When you give a man a gift like that, it's never just to say thank you," she informed her, patiently, her eyes sparkling with both nerves and amusement. "If you just wanna say thanks you give him food. But if you give him a pelt or a skull, or just something pretty, then that means you like him. More than that, really. And I think that's what he meant when he asked me to take a gift to my mother."

She scanned Elowyn's face, her nerves worse than ever.

"But maybe he just meant it in a... A friendly way?" she asked, trying to wrap her head around the idea. There was no way, was there?