Bitterroot Valley basement treasures

Dreama had stayed where she was told. Look at this keeping her promise to her mother, mere days after seeing her again. She should be proud of her. She wasn't sure what this pack was like, but she knew Angel, so that was enough she supposed. And it wasn't like she couldn't learn. 

She had smelled another nearby, an earthy sort of herbal scent mixed with salt and open air. She wasn't sure exactly who it was, but he was nearby. And she heard Angel call for whomever it was too. So this leader was Sega. She ran through what she was supposed to do when she met leadership. AVert her eyes. Get lower.