Bitterroot Valley seven long years

Someone she hasn't met yet, perhaps?

It was good to be back. She missed her mother terribly, of course, but they were both beginning new chapters of their lives. Angel was determined to make the most of this, and to see the journey through. Already, the valley held something of her heart, and she could feel it growing in her chest like a weed.

Breathing in the fresh, cold air, she set off around the territory's perimeter, leaving her scent here and there to make her presence known. She'd faded from the borders in her absence, and she didn't like that — but soon, no one would pass by without knowing that she lived her.

But she paused, here and again. Right now, in fact. To stop and listen to the haunting, whistling cry of the elk in the distance. There would a hunt very soon. A hunt in honor of her return.

A small smile tugged at her mouth as she carried on her way.

henlo :3

kasia didn't quite understand the reality of being here, or sega and callahan's immediate pity? no, kindness they showed to her. she felt that most would shy away from her upon hearing of any mention of her past. she couldn't believe that she found herself a part of a pack once more, much less a pack that actually respected her as an individual rather than only value what she could bring to the table. 

she supposed it would be wise to go out and scout, mark boundaries, and potentially come across any wayfarers like herself a few short days ago. she trotted through heavy snow; she held her head low with her nose pointed to the ground, just to gather in any scent that may be nearby.

her eyes spotted another wolf nearby, judging by the way she was already scent marking landmarks, she was also a great sky wolf. kasia stood back several feet from where the other was scouting. she didn't want to intrude while her packmate was completing her task.