Blacktail Deer Plateau willow blossom

Despite Moon Runner’s curiosity, she quickly became bored of the man’s repetative task. It lost its novelty the second time around… and her mischevious spirit wished to see the male more animated.

When he had his back turned, digging at the earth, Moon Runner moved to grab a protruding stick from the bottom of the carefully factured pile. If she were to pull it, surely the whole thing would tumble down like a jenga tower.