Blacktail Deer Plateau west memphis is on fire in the light of day

They are off again. A pair of soaked bodies making their way through the woods.

The, ah, wall. She settled on as she gently guided them that way. It's to the east. Where the woods back against the mountain stones. We. . . might find somewhere there. Perhaps a cave was in the mountain side would be cozy and silent enough for the two of them to declare their own space. Something secluded, sheltered, from the rest of the ground.

A hideaway was what she wanted, even if she did not mind being seen with him in the woods like this.

She wondered if conversation would be nice. A distraction from her own thoughts of them in the river. So fresh. Replayed in her mind's eye.

I crossed that mountain in my travels for you.

Although was it truly a distraction if she was still talking about him?