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

He tries to smother the pain down, back to the caged part of his mind that needn’t ache right now. This is the dream that both siblings had, and Eve must remain strong. At Ira’s suggestion, the bearish wolf thinks. Of course, the River is one reason why he fell in love with this area, but he also enjoys the split of forest and open meadow.

The tall oak trees that scatter across the territory come to mind. There are three he knows of that stand above the others. Maybe… “I think I know of a place,” Eve gestures for Ira to follow him, and begins to trot towards the wooded area ahead. “There are these huge trees. Our mother named us after plants, so… maybe there?” Eve would love to find the flowers Thistle was named after to plant there, if he could.