Whitebark Stream an' it harm none

Daylily giggled when Dawn nudged her and playfully attempted to nudge her back. She felt like a pup in Oakstead again, playing with her brother Pinecone and all the other pups she had grown up with. She was sad for a few moments, thinking about her perfect home, the perfect life she had led before leaving. But she was firm in her belief that leaving had been the right choice. She looked around at all before her, sighing contentedly, breathing in the cold air. 

“It is beautiful here,” she told Dawn in answer to her question about how she was settling in. “You chose a wonderful spot to start a pack—a new family. I can’t wait to see what this place looks like in the spring, once everything is green again.” The idea of this whole area bursting into bloom, with the sound of the creek burbling in the background, seemed to so beautiful to Daylily that she felt she was about to burst into tears. She was often sensitive like this; it didn’t exactly bother her, but she turned her face away from Dawn so as not to embarrass herself all the same.