Whitebark Stream mulberry

his exaggerated reactions, the tilt of his head, and the unexpected bleat of the caribou all coalesced into a moment so absurd she couldn’t help but smirk.
possessed, are you? she asked dryly, though her lips twitched at the edges, betraying her amusement. that would explain a lot.
her gaze briefly flicking to the scarred bull as it mirrored ridgeback’s dramatic energy. as for goats, she continued, lifting her chin, they’re stubborn, loud, and absolutely erratic.
her smirk widened slightly, almost daring him to argue. much like someone... she cast him a pointed look, though her tone was light, almost playful. so perhaps i should have trusted you after all!