Wild Berry Meadow We can fly or we could take this slow

Fall was fading into winter but hadn't quite reached the point of no return. Things in Brecheliant were quiet again, so Bridget took the opportunity to visit the meadow.

Things in her life were quiet too. Neon hadn't reappeared, she'd made her peace with Teya and Bronco, and otherwise? Business as usual. She was no good to anyone if she dwelt on the things she couldn't change. Better to keep moving forward.

The marks from the cougar had nearly entirely healed but her pelt still itched like hell. Probably her winter layer coming in. Bridget had stopped to roll unabashedly in a rougher thicket of branches, letting the brush do its work. She didn't roll to her feet, but did pause and glance over, when she heard someone nearby.

Nice setup you have there. She called out. One or two more wriggles and she should get the last bad itch. She always hated this part of the seasonal change.