Bitterroot Valley room to make a big mistake

angel's howl was heard amongst the plains. it had caught his attention, endearingly so, but he'd been busy with @Sky Eater, teaching the young boy how to sniff out the oils of caribou musk from the mounds of snow.

busy, indeed, as she has gotten when he rounded the hillside.

he slowed when he saw her leaving his den, callahan beside her, the elk skull bright against the entrance. something eased in his chest at the sight of her whole and strong.

angel, he said, voice low.

he looked her over once, quick but careful, then nodded, tail giving a single sweep behind him.

leaving again?

his gaze flicked to the skull, then back to her, a quiet warmth behind it.

hunt strong, he added. very strong.

he stepped closer.

for me?