Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't dance

she set about with a logical eye, and soon found a flaw within the would-be shelter, one he had not thought of before. "i do not believe so," he murmured after passing his own gaze across the area. the winter was departing, but in its wake came spring rains and summer storms; it would not do well for the trio to be soaked in their skins.

"another place, then," he suggested, releasing a chortling casmir and snapping gently, playfully at a squealing eilidh.