Hushed Willows I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I'll watch as you're leaving

Not a bad idea to have a group for spelunking. Wouldn’t want to wake up a sleeping bear or something. At least, not by yourself.

Kyrell thought he heard a pause in her voice as he turned the questions onto her. He studied her quietly before she carried on. He couldn’t be sure, so he didn’t delve further. Returning most of his attention to their conversation, he snorted as she mentioned the cold. Hope you’ve already established a den for yourself then. I think we all prefer you unfrozen.

He followed her gaze into the forest. His mind began crafting. Attaching leaves to bare branches. Plucking familiar boughs from places he visited prior and grafting them in place. Dressing the willow trees with green curtains and melting away the snow to let that water soak into the ground until it pooled. Comfort warmed in his chest at the thought of gentled dappled sunlight across the forest floor than the gnarled shadows from the naked trees.

I’m sure it will be green and lush. A spot in the sunlight would be prime real estate.