Emberwood We keep on waiting for the miracle to come

he had such a youthful, boyish look to him that it made the ache in her creaking joints more apparent.  she could not hold it against him for long.  it was clear she was welcome here, by his body language, by his words.  it struck her heart. 

yes, she answers simply.  it looks like you chose well.  she would not know until she saw, had walked the perimeter herself.  she was eager to begin marking, claiming.  it was in her blood.  do you have a favorite spot?