Blacktail Deer Plateau We will welcome summer's ghost

Blue Willow was pleased at the rate at which they ran, both in tune with each other. It did her heart good. The feel of the ground as her feet would hit it, the cool mud as it slung onto her back legs and underside. She felt alive and free and she counted her blessings, perhaps she just needed a little perspective.

She chuckled at Perry’s bark, but she joined in barking her own bark. She began to slow and her slow jog turned into a walk and she walked to work her breath and calm her lungs down. Thank you Perry I needed that. She gave him a small smile as she walked the kinks out.