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

See!! Now that there is the right way to answer! Bridget rolled onto her stomach and looked at him now from a slightly more dignified vantage, though she stayed sphinxlike where she was vs getting up just yet. He didn't seem the sort to be any kind of threat.

The weather, of course. Cold, dreary, perfect. Bridget chuckled, then nodded. And that too. Some of us healers aren't fortunate enough to have delivery boys. Whoever she is, she's a lucky girl. Bridget watched as he poked through, surprised he could tell what to pick and what to leave. Few wolves she'd met who weren't healers could. Did she teach you what those are?