Blackfoot Forest gossamer

Hey hey!

Her heart fluttered within the confines of her chest, and she did an uneasy turn to face the strange voice. It was not Most Elderly, and hopeful Littlest peered around him to see if he was escorting her grandfather along. But the white figure stood stark and alone in the dark imprisonment of the forest, and disappointed bowed her head. Skirting back a few light hobbled steps, sullen and apprehensive, so enraptured in his quick arrival that she did not look and see the log behind her—and stumbled, yelping as her tender appendage brushed against it’s bark. Fallen, she huddled close to the ground in a defensive curl, and stuck her tail in her mouth.