Stone Circle Winter comes on gilded wings

the best part of being stunted (the only good part of it really) was often times being small enough for such affection.

mother and father bear both could easily touch her crown. so when brown bear gunnar did, she softly bumped her muzzle to his shoulder. mindful of the way he seemed to ache these days.

i wanted to see you, she told him as her wrinkled face wrinkled further with a smile. are you okay?

if he did not wish to speak of his slowness, she would say no more.