Bitterroot Valley [m] there's nothin better than shootin a fella

The summoning call arrived. Reno was familiar with the voice. Colt’s scent had faded somewhat from the area around Amalia’s home. The dusty cowboy couldn’t help but wonder what trouble he was causing. 

Upon arrival, Reno caught sight of the unfamiliar figure. She was younger with ginger fur and a white ear. It didn’t seem like she had much to her. There was a skittishness in the gleam of her eye, though she held her ground well enough. Reno wondered where Colt had found her. 

Colt, the cowboy drawled tiredly.