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

Now that she mentions it, Evergreen remembers those birds. It never crossed his mind beforehand, and he is grateful that Ira is here to assist with the brainstorming. “Would you mind picking some with me?” he asks, glancing towards the roan warrior with a pair of hopeful eyes. It means more to him than he can truly express, that she is willing to go through such lengths to make this home fitting for him and the Kaistleoki wolves.

Perhaps once it is all decorated with her help, he would gather the others to tell the story of Thistle, and hopefully end it with happiness—at how she is one of their guardians looking over the pack. It seems… cliche, maybe he could ask Tobi for help? Storing that idea for later, he slows his pace as they approach the great tree… easily standing strong before them in a small clearing. “Here it is,” he says, slightly out of breath from the rush over here and a grin still on his face.