Whitebark Stream You make my heart feel like it's Summer.

his offer is accepted with a nod, grateful smile. "we could go together, when our claim here is official." she suggests, glad at the thought. but alliances, recruits, caches and borders are all she's concerned herself with for the past week, she longs for something simple, fun. 

with a sideways glance and a grin, she announces, "I'll race you—" a pause, while her gaze skips over the suitable landmarks up ahead, "to that ridge, over there." she wants desperately, suddenly to stretch out over the borderline, run for the joy of it and the drum of her feet against the groud. but she waits, and her gaze moves once more to her companion.