Bitterroot Valley courting calls and lots of hurt

anyone please play with me

Though she had plenty to feel anxious about, Angel couldn't help but feel buoyant. She was quickly growing to love the valley, and though many of the wolves within it remained more distant and elusive toward her, she liked the ones she'd met this far.

And Sega. Cövah. She tried her best not to show it in front of him, but the thought of him was enough to make her giddy.

She sang on her way to the river, where she hoped to scare up a few fish for a meal.

"This voice of mine is made for lifting up,
and when I set things down again,
I hope that they're better than they were.

"And these eyes of mine
like what they see when they're looking at you.
If ever I can't see you any more,
I hope you're more beautiful than before,
I hope you're more beautiful than before — "

Her voice rose sweetly and fell, and the song went rolling on in jubilant proclamation: she was a girl in love, she thought, and though she wanted to keep that somewhat private, she could not help her caroling. She tried, at least, to keep her volume reasonable.