Whitefish River And there ain’t nothing wrong with feeling strong

She leaned into the touch, her head leaning into the fluffy fur that protruded from the bear's cheek and chest. She could get used to this, but there were other things to address and surely much more to see than just this. Of course Evergreen had picked a river with how much he loved fish. She met him glued to the edge of a bank and he even managed to convince her to try some. Still on the lower end of her food preference, but on the bright side, it was pretty! Thank you, it seems lovely.

Ira pulled away from the embrace to scan the surroundings, she could pick up the smell of several other wolves nearby. It was clear that what Evergreen had built was flourishing and it pleased her to see so many others hard at work to make it a reality too.