Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Something definitely had her down. Chaska didn't hear the whine, but when she shook her head, he understood she didn't want to talk about it. Obviously. He couldn't bear to see her like this. So when she nodded head to when he said he had something to cheer her up, it lightened the mood.

He nodded his own head. "Yep. A story I thought up." This wasn't the whole truth, as it was more like he remembered it. But that was the way he put it, and stuck with it. He cleared his throat, then began.

"In a forbidden forest, filled with creatures of all sorts, a lone wanderer came upon it. He had travelled far and wide, searching for something. What he searched for, though, he did not know. All he knew was that he was compelled to move forward. Onward, and onward into unknown lands." He paused to catch breath, then goes on.

"But one day, he came across a stream. His journey had brought thirst to him. He began to drink, not knowing something was nearby. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a rabbit. Along with thirst, he was hungry. Just seeing it made his mouth water. So he charged it, catching it in his jaws. And at the same time, he heard something skid to a stop nearby." Another pause, this time to see how she liked it.