Whitebark Stream Don't drag me along to your slaughterhouse.

Daylily felt her own happiness return when Artyom assured her that all was well. She smiled at him shyly when he spoke of his hope that Whitebark would become his new family. “Well, count me in,” she said, her tail wagging. “I miss my own family back in Oakstead; I’d be happy to make new friends here.” She stood amicably near him, also thinking of Dawn, and thankful that the woman had allowed her entrance here. She had not regretted joining Whitebark Stream for even a moment since she had arrived. This place seemed… perfect.

Last from me, probably. End with your final post?