Whitebark Stream just around the corner

Minnow was a cute name; it reminded Daylily of the types of names she might hear at Oakstead. Then again, Dawn and Lavender had names that were much the same. Still, there was something child-like about the name Minnow that reminded her achingly of home. She couldn’t help but smile at the girl. 

‘What were you doing?’ the pup wanted to know.

“O-oh,” said Daylily, and giggled shyly. “Um, I was… you know, just looking around, at the territory. The stream, the trees… feeling the cold wind, the snow under my paws.” She was feeling less self-conscious the more she spoke, for these sorts of actions were things she did often, to feel closer to the Lord and the Lady. “I suppose I was… connecting myself to the land,” she ended quietly, and glanced at Minnow to see her reaction to something like that.

Minnow, however, seemed off in her own world and seemed to have forgotten that Daylily was even there. Not wanting to intrude on whatever the young wolf was thinking about, she quietly slipped away.