Silver Creek Whatever our fate is or may be, we have made it and do not complain of it

@Addison

She wanted to attempt to study the forest again, so she moved through the trees at a slow, focused pace, nose to the ground as she took in the scent around her. Most notable this time of year were the trees consisting of leaves that resembled little needles. They were still green even in the cold temperatures, and she knew from experience that they would stay that way through the winter. She could never really tell a whole lot of difference between the evergreen trees, except that maybe that each type had a slightly different scent and build, but she stored the information in her mind in the event that it might be needed at some point. 

She moved to the creek next, lowering her head to take a drink before continuing her exploration.