Whitebark Stream mulberry

your jokes will stay with me. she said, her voice steady but with a touch of humor. her expression softened into something that might have been a smile, if not for the weight of her war-worn demeanor. even if i’m too bloodied to laugh, i’ll remember who the funny one is.
her gaze drifted briefly to the horizon, already scanning for the next herb patch she needed to find. but she lingered a moment longer, tilting her head slightly in acknowledgment. find me again, she said, her tone quieter, almost warm. and i’ll have a caribou hide ready for you. your goat jokes deserve something finer than the rocks you’re kicking around.
with a final nod, k’edghildza stepped back, her movements purposeful as she turned away from the moment they had shared. farewell, ridgeback, she called over her shoulder. give ice diver my warmth.
and with that, she was gone, her silhouette disappearing into the wild as quickly as she had come, leaving only the faint echo of her words behind.

thank you for the thread!