Blackfoot Forest rippling out through his past and future

Winterbane’s reaction was only to be expected, and that brief moment of natural tension lasted merely moments. The other male dismissed Slavik’s apology, and the sunlight boy nodded. They’d both reacted in a similar manner anyhow, and neither of them had meant harm by it. It was truthfully nothing to be sorry for, and certainly nothing to dwell on further. Slavik watched as his company’s eyes drifted to the toadstool that he had been checking out, and then he was given a warning.

Me either, but your probably right. Have you smelled one of those things? he asked, glancing down at the rotund fungi with distaste. Like Winterbane, he was not well versed in the book of botany, but he found that sensory details had a way of filling in the pages for you.