Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

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Talking about the valley brought him joy, feeling prideful, too, when asked about it. Perhaps he would make it even greater than the original—that crossed his mind briefly, only to be washed out by her question. “Bearclaw Valley,” he answered. “Named after our resident bear.” Not true, but way cooler than saying it was because of an island in the river. After all, how many wolves got to say they lived with a bear that wasn’t trying to kill them?

As she explained, he listened, and found that he could relate. Although he’d been pushed from his home, they’d both left families behind and were now trying to make lives for themselves. He could appreciate that, given that he was familiar with the cause. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I’m doing something similar,” he said with a shrug. “Trying to do something on my own, I mean.” But, he wasn’t really alone, was he? He had plenty of others working along with him, contributing to make what he’d set out to do a reality. Still, it was his decision that kept everything moving, so he still wanted to think that he was the same as her.

“If you’re really looking to do something for yourself, you could join me,” the albino offered. “It’s probably not the same as building something up on your own, but it’d be your choice.” To join or not, to come and go—it would be a decision based solely on her, not her family or friends. And wasn’t that a major part of living—making choices on your own, for yourself?