Whitefish River i can never go home again, but ten silvers an hour gets me pretty close

She fell silent, brushing her temple against Chai in return as she stepped back - clearing a path for the river bear as he pulled from the trees. Warmth colored her cheeks and her eyes dipped bashfully hearing Vonnaruil's compliments and seeing the pride in Evergreen's summer gaze. 

She smothered an urge to crane her head, to peer at the many scars and missing leg - hushed the voice that said they were lying, being kind. Perhaps that was Liri - a lingering weakness, a hidden insecurity. Either way, the dove forced it, her, away. 

Her gaze sought the pallid wraith - impressed, stunned. She'd never met such an honourable wolf, not that she could remember anyways. It slid next to Evergreen, expecting that the bear would accept Aurëwen's brother with open arms.