Heron Lake Plateau No I don't wanna fall in love

Ulrich watched Adylaide bound forward and smiled quietly to himself. Sometimes she still acted like a child, which could be frustrating, but was also amusing. Often, he had to remind himself that she was now three years old, fully an adult, and no longer the cub he had watched over for so long, making sure she didn't hurt herself or do anything dangerous. How times had changed...

He followed along behind her at a slower pace, and then caught up to her at the shore of the frozen lake, and walked beside her, looking around. This place would be nice in the summer, he mused. I'm sure there'd be lots of prey to hunt here; they'd follow the water. Or one could take a swim in the lake. Without realizing he was doing it, Ulrich was sussing out this place as a potential area to settle down.