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

As always, the bear's excitement was contagious as her smile never left her lips. There were large birds circling the mountain ridge I crossed. They surely dropped some feathers that could be used. The task seemed exciting, despite Ira's usual morals. This would normally be considered a waste of her time, but this time there was a deeper meaning for herself. The plans Evergreen had mentioned for this pack, the life flowing in the woods. She could see why so many wolves were getting swept away with his plan.

She could see this tree months from now, flourishing with the life of one who had passed too soon and dressed in beauty. Perhaps it was because she had seen what was left of Thistle, or perhaps it was something else, but she liked the idea and she wanted to help. Maybe life in Easthollow had grown to be too much of a simple rut for her tastes.