Broken Antler Fen if you were church, i'd get on my knees.

See, I knew you had some promise.  What a list, huh?  She dropped the previous conversation easily in favor of this new one.  Bridget wasn't one prone to dwelling on what she didn't have when she had a potential friend here posing such interesting pastimes as cliff diving and predator torment.

You got a favorite? Because I've got time to kill and, frankly, nothing that needs doing.  Her pelt prickled in anticipation at the thought.  His smirk did not hit her, but the promise of the world stretched beneath her or a river crashing by both sounded entirely new.  The forest hadn't had anything nearly so fun, and yet she'd managed to get into plenty of trouble there.  At least now she was old enough and smart enough to make sure none of it followed her home.