Porcupine Ridge little bird cry no more

Terich had been raised by his parents, with his grandmother's help, in Argent Creek after the plague left Mount Noshaq barren and uninhabitable. He loved his grandmother more than he could say, and had listened to her advice much more than his own father's. Shiloh hadn't exactly been the nicest or kindest wolf, but from where Terich now stood, he could understand his father's desire for safety and control. Tirich, Shiloh's father and Terich's grandfather, had died right in front of him, and Shiloh hadn't been able to forget.

But Terich couldn't read Diane's thoughts, so he didn't have a chance to explain himself. Perhaps if she asked, he could indulge her, but for now he simply smiled at her words and nodded. I'd love to show you the willow and share a meal together. His heart fluttered at the thought. Here was his first chance at being truly alone with Diane, and he wondered if Capri would be jealous. After all, Diane was a strong and beautiful woman, and Terich was only a man. Follow me. His voice was as soft as the smile he gave her before he moved past her and headed down into the hollows toward the willow tree.