Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Did he do something wrong? Of course he did. The sigh he heard from her said it all. Around her, he just couldn't help himself. Yes, he wanted to stop the pain. But in his words, there were some truth. It would be tough with all the snow. Although, the sunlight would help in the search for them. He nodded his head to her words. One thing he enjoyed about her was her responses. Some of them being sassy. "Of course I do. What kind of guy wants a headache for the rest of his life?" he rhetorically questioned.

Some steps further ahead, he spotted something. Something that matched the description of the flowers she described. White flowers with a yellow circle around the inner rim. He stopped, side-stepping to the bunch. "This the flowers we are looking for?" he asked. They matched the description, but there could be a whole bunch of flowers that look alike. "I really hope it is" he muttered to himself. If it wasn't, he'd be stuck with a throbbing head for a long time.