Whitebark Stream Has a Life, Has a Spirit, Has a Name...

The woman gratefully, yet a little sadly, as the boy poured more kind words into the river that was forming their friendship. She was relieved to know he wasn’t mad, however, a small part of the girl was still tinged with guilt.
     At the mention of their mutual partner, Xahi’s eyes darkened. “I’m not so sure about that...he-he’s very upset.” The girl sighed, following it up with a long, deep draw of breath. “I hope I can keep his affections through this...I’m sure it was horrific for him to see you hurt...”