Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

Grayday makes a good point on what the hollow may look like in the upcoming months. She doesn’t remember much of what spring is like but the summer and fall is fresh in her mind. Winter isn’t something she’s taking a liking to so she’ll be happy when it’s over and the snow is all gone. “I bet so,” she murmurs, lost in thought until he speaks again.

Adeline stops in her tracks and turns back to face him. Her brows knit between her apple eyes as she focuses on his paling brown eyes. They seem grayer than usual but she isn’t sure what to make of them.

“What do you mean?”