Bearclaw Valley ce tissage d'événements

A voice pulled her attention up from the stream.

Now she was definitely certain she had seen him before. If not at the meeting then somewhere in passing, too distant to flag down for proper introduction. A smile graced her features easily and her rejoinder was happy enough by way of a tail wave. She'd take company to stop the snowballing of thoughts and ponderings, and what better a way to start the day than acquainting herself with someone fairly unfamiliar.

Her tongue whisked away the last droplets clinging to her dark chin.

"Good morning," she offered.