Hideaway Strath the path you take leaves a permanent mark

A packmate approached as he busied himself. He saw her from the corner of his eye, and pretended to be much busier than he was. Not sure he really felt like talking.

But she gave pause and consideration, and he knew mom would be so sad if she found out her son had let his moping be the excuse for rudely turning away.

So he smiled at her instead. Oh! he said, as if her approach had startled him, Hello, he thought he’d seen her around mom’s gardens before. Had they ever introduced? I’ve seen you around. You help tend the gardens, don’t you?