Whitewater Gorge Thorn bush

His words seemed to have resonated and she spared him no dramatics. His gaze dropped with a slightly shake of his head and an amused chuckle. She echoed some of his own thoughts, although there were days he wondered differently.

There aren't many differences to being back home compared to being on my own. My choices were mostly for myself either way. Two-toned eyes met with red. The uncertainty was the same, too. I'd like to think that I'm used to not knowing at this point in my life.

A solemn note that was. Briar allowed a pause before clarifying. Drifting is alright, but it does get lonely. Vulnerable, for a moment.

What Briar did not anticipate was when the small wolf crossed the gap. He was sitting on her plants? Was she hunting for grass too? A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. If he had hand he would have raised them in surrender. He took a few paces back to allow her to sit. He glanced at the herbs she carried.

What kinda of plant you have there?