Bitterroot Valley seven long years

Angel idled again to lift her leg on a fallen log, her thoughts quiet and her soul content. Before she carried on, however, she sensed a presence behind her. One ear twisted back at the sound of paw steps, and then she turned her head to take in the newcomer.

Angel recognized her scent. She had familiarized herself with all the scents in the valley.

"Hello," she chirped, not moving and closer herself. She did, however, turn to face the older woman head-on. Her tail whisked in welcome. "My name is Angel Oak," she prompted, her eyes bright and curious on her packmate.