Bitterroot Valley Good, feeling good,

under different circumstances, fréobearn might have been more enthusiastic to search out her littermate, but lingering concerns about whitney kept her from becoming too excited. she walked behind both cenric and célnes, saying nothing to either of them for the duration of their short journey. 

it wasn’t until they stopped, and each older sibling spoke, that fréo did the same. i’d hope not, she murmured in response, the rain seems to never cease. and those few moments of calm which the land did see, seldom lasted long enough to be enjoyed.