Porcupine Ridge little bird cry no more

His paws carried him toward the willow in the hollow, where its branches played against the stream beneath it and stirred as the wind ran through the ridge. This was his safe haven. The place he'd go when all else seemed lost, especially when his fear of heights became too much. She didn't need to know that, so he simply showed her the place he loved most. Here we are, he said with a grin, looking toward her. He motioned her beneath the branches. It's nice in here, especially on warm days. I bet it'll be nice and cool when summer strikes. Terich flopped down onto the cool soil and grinned. This was heaven.