Wapun Meadow april showers

adalynn mimics her bow, her ears flat against her head and blue eyes wide and full of curiosity. adalynn.. i greet you, too. 

not really. i can't tend to them when they're covered in snow. and when they were still around when she was born, she trampled them just as much as her sisters. she was still too young to see the value in them, only now when the landscape was one of pure white and dead trees did the silver princess appreciate what was the valley and its meadow.

but this woman understood her and her plight, simple as it seemed. but i want to. do you know how? ada didn't want to know how to hunt, how to kill. she should never be in a position where someone else isn't there to do it for her.