Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

Let's, she agreed, keeping her rounded side pressed gently to his as they walked through the trees. It would be some time still before songbirds sang, but she remembered how the hollow was in warm weather. It was an understatement to say Wylla has happy to be here for good.

Probably looking for that old stag she named, Wylla guessed, or maybe... You know, I thought for a time she had some kind of animal friend. I never saw it, but she smelled like prey an awful lot of the time. Which would have been no concern of Wylla's if Phaedra had a passion for hunting, but that was not the case.

Can we go look at them? she asked when reminded of the creek and the falls. A childish part of her hoped they were still iced over. There were few things as striking as a frozen waterfall. It was one of few natural phenomena capable of drawing Wylla's eye and appreciation for the world around her.