Swiftcurrent Creek everything the light touches

Again his answer was delayed and they sat amid the swirling flurries of the day's first snowfall. She wondered if he was struggling with something internally -- his behavior reminder her of her own whenever she suffered with some issue within herself. The quietness, the reluctance to speak with others. Of course, it was simply conjecture, but in any case, she chose to be especially kind and patient with this one. 

She smiled when he asked if she wanted to go hunting with him, a bright smile that bled into her blue eyes. She wagged her tail a few times and got to her feet. "Yes," answered the girl. Perhaps the distraction would do him some good. Food, too. 

"We might follow the creek. There may be deer gathered for their morning water along the way." She was ready to go, but she stood idly for him to take control.