Blackfoot Forest I will not leave alone everything that I own

Silver eyes and a voice like a filigreed blade; elegant, cutting, exigent. Sunspot lifted his head, regarding her with weary fortitude written in his face and his stance. He'd come too far to be stopped by the likes of her. Whoever she was.

But she carried a familiar scent.

Not wandering. Just passing through, He called to her. Swiftcurrent Creek, right? Have you seen my sister by any chance? Reverie? Always a question worth asking, he'd learned. His sister had a way of making friends even with the trees wherever she went.