Wild Berry Meadow If you keep on believing..

The woman warned him to stay back, her voice sharp and commanding. Moss was more than happy to comply, giving those pearly daggers a wide berth. The sight of her bared teeth, sharp and gleaming, was enough to keep them cautious and reverent.

When she scooped up the pup and began her cautious trek back to the lake, Moss followed at a deferent distance. They slid behind the pair in a low crawl, not daring to lift their thin stomach from the dirt. Each movement was slow and respectful, ensuring he remained unintrusive.

You cannot find your Abba, Nutu? they asked cautiously, trying to puzzle out what exactly an abba might be.