Wild Berry Meadow Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful

Another huffy laugh escaped him and he shook his head, ears splayed. "They're real stringy," he admitted, "But it was there, so I ate it."

And rolled around on its pajamas. He kept that part to himself.

There was a stream back the way he'd come, still within the meadow. He pointed toward it with his muzzle and stepped in that direction, glancing appraisingly at Raindrop as he walked. "You been on a lotta elk hunts?" he asked her, hedging his real question in with something safe. What he really wanted to know was how long she'd been wandering without a pack. He and Dutch hunted together, but they'd never tried to hunt an elk with just the two of them.