Cedar Sweep Secrets keep you awake

[table width=80%][tr][td]She crossed the river first - swimming to the other side where she waited for her father to come ashore. She didn't mind the wet of her pelt; it was kind of refreshing with the warm weather. Spring had come; the season she remember she was born in. She remembered flowers outside her prison - she remembered butterflies and blooming trees and the fresh scent of grass and dew. They were vague memories, but every time she experienced it, it triggered a part of her memory as a wee babe. She chuckled. Yeah - spendin' time with ya is special. She answered shortly, shaking her fur awfully close to Arturo to try and get him wetter whenever he did cross the river.[/td][/tr][/table]