Lost Creek Hollow she's so high

Osprey had kept her promise and never left Sarah's side. She was with her daughter in her dreams, helping to fight nightmares, her presence, invisible to others, but warm and perceptible still stayed during the day. The grayscale Redleaf realized that she was probably hallucinating, that this could be a bad sign in long-term, but the relief and happiness was too great to let this fantasy go. Her mother was like a little sun that she had hidden safely inside her heart and whose warm light shone from within and fended off the emotional darkness. Sarah was not yet healed, but she was able to breathe freely at least.

She had been patrolling the borders, reading the messages others had left there and stopped briefly to close her eyes and call the image of Osprey in her mind, when the sound of soft, uneven footfalls, made her alert. Sarah noticed the dark pelted wolf and both instinct and old-habits told her to go and intercept the stranger right away, but she hesitated to do so. Go on. Meeting people will do you good. Either it was her, who thought it or Osprey, who said it in her mind, Sarah obeyed immediately, got to her feet and went over to greet the fellow. "Good day, mister," she told him, once she was within such distance that she did not have to shout to be heard. "What has brought you to the Lost Creek Hollow?"