Emberwood I had a dream of the pale morning sky

She didn't need to explain. He could infer as much. That she was speaking from experience, but it felt like intruding to ask or mention. So he said nothing in regards to it. At least not more than he already had.

There was something nice about withering the day away with talk of plants and spring and pretty things. He enjoyed it. Found it much to his liking.

I hope you can I look forward to it. He nodded his head in firm believe. The scar upon his face a sharp contrast to the wolf himself. This conversation made him think of that day and that wound. It was painful, he quickly stuffed it down and moved about. Their search for Ginger having been side tracked.

They would speak throughout the day of different things and hunt down the elusice ginger. Parting ways with a smile on his gave. Sandy would head home.