Blacktail Deer Plateau sunrise drink it fresh

Blue Willow had been watching the girl walk around with a daydream in her head. It was apparent by the dazed expression on her face and the zig zag to her step. She knew with practiced gaze it was not from a head injury, but rather from being so lost in thought you didn’t know up or down. She herself had been there a few times in her life, and it was usually because of a cute face. She smiled to herself softly wondering if the child would see her.

Blue gasped outloud when Junior ran into the tree and she rushed over concern evident on her face. Oh goodness Osprey Junior are you okay? She prodded the young girl gently looking for any marks or pain. She did not want the same thing to befall Junior that had befallen her uncle, not that it would. However, this was Blue’s newest biggest fear for her family.