Moonspear it's the promise of life in your heart

It did not take long for Bridget to begin exploring her new home more thoroughly. Things came back to her as she recognized more and more places, and it was soothing to be surrounded by the bustle of life again.

It was probably time to stock up her own personal stores a bit before winter. She hadn’t had a place to do so when she traveled, and it would suck to go into the colder season unprepared. The thought had struck her as she’d checked out the healing den, but she planned to explore a few days before really getting to work.

Not den. What had Sialuk called it? The word escaped her, and then Bridget was distracted by the appearance of someone in the water. She’d nearly passed right by.

Hey! Sorry, if you’re fishing it can wait. I’m just introducing myself as I run into everyone. She kept back, though her voice was cheerful enough to make it clear it wasn’t personal. She didn’t want to disturb the water or any fish that might be near. My name’s Bridget.

Something about him looked familiar, though she couldn’t put a paw on why. One of those faces, maybe?