Bitterroot Valley you played your games

Angel regarded the women with a long look and a slow blink, turning these words over in her mind. She reached out a paw to part the edges of the fox skin, where its brain already lay bundled.

"We've always done it a little differently, but some things stay the same," she said, feeling wrong-footed despite having brought the brain along anyway. "I thought the rocks could give a good lather. Probably just the slate would be better, though."

She looked to the granite, which indeed seemed a little rough for a pelt already stripped to — mostly — the right thickness.

She looked back at the woman.

"I am happy to learn your way," she said, though she was a little nervous. "It's just that I want it to be the best it can be. I can do my way the best, but I don't know if I can do your way the best. So you'd have to teach me very carefully."

Which she was not opposed to on principle. Angel just knew that she'd interrupt the silver woman's leisure time.