Northstar Vale mindless

you are right. fifty this year, fifty next year. he huffed with amusement as he promptly rolled back over onto his paws. then stood to stretch out.

a soft yawn, one eye closed but the other remained open as towhee instructed him to look.

he thought he had recognized the bird around here. for this area he tracked most often, but towhee seemed to hold a special kind of sentiment about it. his face morphed from its playful look to one a bit softer. still warm despite a possible somber topic.

why not here then? and when i track i will know where to look for your wren in this special place.