Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

Her tail whipped a bit more for his warm presence. He was kind and she admired him for plenty. Not to mention some sense of grand gratefulness for all he did. The teachings he had provided and now the gift that (she could only assume) he had left upon the the side of the creek.

Thank you...and I am glad that it is you that is our neighbor. Honest even if soft-spoken. Sheepish perhaps that she might be too heavy handed with compliments and praises.

Will you come visit it again sometime? See what it looks like truly inhabited.