Whitewater Gorge How lovely the silence of growing things.

Admittedly the wolfdog was afraid to stray from the borders but her confidence grew after mere seconds beyond the borders. She had been checking out some of the plants around the river as the few had set. It interested her, how the plants could hold such delicate little drops on their leaves for such a long time. 

As she was studying the dew on the plant she heard the chuff and jumped back. It scared her as she thought she might be alone by the river side. She saw it was a familiar face and scolded herself in her head for not being more calm about it. Even though this was one of the first times for her going out she still felt a presence she couldn’t really put a paw on. “Sure you can join me I’m just looking at these plants. How are you?” She asked as she motioned to the plant she just had her eyes on.

By the time she had let the words out her heart had slowed back down and she felt as comfortable as she did before Liri was there.