Blacktail Deer Plateau what I want to say

It wasn't long before a pack-mate caught up with the meandering teen. Blue Willow's silky voice called out to him, and Val ceased his march. It had been a week or two since he had seen the Beta... but it was to be expected. She was a mother now and watching after three babies was no easy feat, even with Taltos' help. The pack's new children truly didn't interest the young firefoot, who's boyish agenda was unconcerned with the wiggly potatoes. Sure, he cared about them... but the teen just wasn't impassioned as an adult would be. He was just a teenage boy.

He hunched himself at her approach, skinny tail wagging between his hocks submissively. She smelled nice... of sweet milk and baby breath. "Hi Blue," he responded. Or did others call her Willow?