Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

Reyson liked the sounds in spring. There was a liveliness to it, that made his heart gladden. As the warmer days began and winter chill was gone. He felt that when you emerged from such harsh times, the light was a good thing and it changed many things. Including your thoughts. You were hopeful, light.

Reyson gave a small lift of one side of his maw. Don't misunderstand. If there is a need and they are in abundance, I will fill caches with them, but yes part of me is soft in that regard.

Her laughter was pleasant and he watched as she lay the last fennel into her leaves. He looked her over and gave a nod. Sometimes the hope is the best part.

He tilted his head, and gazed back towards where she had originated and then back down. Sensing that she was done gathering for the day. He gazed down at her and spoke.

Would you like an escort to your pack borders?