Bitterroot Valley ✢ I can't find one good reason for leavin' here alone

True to his predictions, Angel had kept Sega busy. She still had her own duties to tend to, of course, and her own hobbies, and her own friends — but when she wasn't occupied by any of those things, she was trying to steal the band chief away for a few clandestine moments.

Even now, in this very not clandestine moment, her body burned with a strange new energy. She was not visibly vibratory beside him, but Sega must be able to feel the seething swirl of desire and instinct and joy that lived beneath her skin, and that seemed to reach down to her very bones.

The look she shot him was almost affectionate, too. Mostly, it was a great and terrible something else.

They howled together, Angel's voice welcoming to Callahan, and sweetly trusting to Elowyn. She was still not entirely sure about this plan, but she knew that Elowyn would do her best to represent her.

Angel turned her face briefly into Sega's shoulder, her nose reaching up to touch a place below his ear, as if she might whisper something. But she said nothing, and soon settled so that Callahan and Elowyn would not come upon so tender an exchange. Only their band chief and her, standing sure and steady at his side.