Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

They forged on, the heavy pall that'd been cast over the journey seeming to lighten the further they went. Adeline seemed to be getting over some of her discomfort, and Day was just happy to have a few hours alone with her. There was never time for these kinds of things when they had the whole pack around them, or even when they found themselves on their own at some far-off corner of Easthollow. There was always something to do. Here, there was nothing but the woods around them, the flash of sunlight off of Adeline's coat, the way their shoulders bumped together every now and again - perhaps on accident, but more probably by design.

"Yeah," he agreed, ineloquently. "Probably prettier in the summer and autumn," he mused, looking around at how bare-boned some of the trees looked next to their coniferious brethren. Still, the rivers and streams were a sight to see, even though they just looked like silvery sparkles to him. "I'll admit - it's all kind of lost on me," he said quietly, a little sigh hitching his breath. "I don't know how much longer these eyes will last me."