Bitterroot Valley seven long years

Her ears flickered at the sound of the woman's voice, her interest rising even as her eyes narrowed. In truth, she was only trying to place the woman's accent.

"Yes," she answered, obviously, but she assumed the woman was asking just because she didn't know what else to say, and not because she wasn't actually sure. "C'mon," she invited with a whisk of her tail. Friendly still, but it was clear she did not expect to be turned down as she explained, "I'm just marking the borders right now."

She turned aside, waiting for Kasia to catch up.

"You came here not long ago," she said. A statement, but a question, too. Angel wanted to know the exact circumstances that'd brought Kasia here. She was too polite to pry outright, but too, she assumed that everyone was as eager and chatty as she was — even despite having been proved wrong time and time again.