Shadewood all the saints of notre dame

Riley’s gaze slid up to the trees as Masque spoke of them; he wondered what fruit hid in that canopy, how many squirrels and potential meals made their homes there.

Shadewood was not a bad place. And while Riley would have also loved to run alongside the wolves of the Rise, like his mate, he doubted that things between them and the Rise would be civil enough for such ventures.

Somewhere with forest cover that has only one or two water sources would be nice; good hunting grounds, protection. Maybe we look around for a den, and that decides where we settle. Somewhere… He paused, a small blush rising to his face. our children could grow and play in safety. He imagined them frolicking in a pinestraw studded clearing, beams of sunlight glancing down and dappling the sienna colored floor — how he wanted this vision to come to life!