Meadowlark Prairie Long journey home

“You know this area the best.” Spruce said to Ishara. “We’ll follow your lead.”

A gentle wag formed as Spruce went to follow Ishara from the excitement of this new adventure. Was it possible that one of his family members was alive? No. There was no way. He’d spent the past two and a half years looking for them. He would have seen someone by now, right?

Spruce could barely walk he was so tired. He hadn’t slept for the past two days, and now he was feeling it.