Bearclaw Valley There's nothin' sweeter than my baby

she didn't fight the pull, deciding then to push away the thoughts that clawed at her and simply melt in his embrace. "of course i'm nervous," a whisper, eyes glancing upward to try and steal a glimpse of him. "you make me nervous," but there was no mention in her tone that suggested it was fear that drove such a comment. on the contrary, it was anything but.

she grasped a foreleg of his, aiming to place it on her chest so that he might feel her racing heartbeat.

"came from a stretch of golden fields, we called it yellowstone, it's where my kids were born. before that it was a glacier named morningsong," she thought briefly of dutch, wondering what had become of him, of his wife and assumed children.

"and before that it was the mountainside of my homeland." her memories of that place were more distant now, more greyed than they were colorful. "what about you?" she turned to inquire then, wondering where cole had grown and flourished before the valley.