Bearclaw Valley bluegrass

she watches with quiet satisfaction as he begins to dig their home. and she hopes that this den will be the mark of a new chapter. a new journey, to embark on with him. in her minds eye was a vivid dream; summer nights spent at the river stargazing, naps beneath the willow boughs, perhaps a few children who's laughter would liven their home. 

it's a beautiful dream, perhaps the best she's ever had. a smile graces her, and it's much warmer and livelier than the last. eagerly she places herself beside him, her smaller paws digging into earth to fling it aside. slower than he, but she wished to do this together. 

it was still a marvel, how the winds had brought her here. to the valley where she not only found purpose, but a love she'd been wanting for years. a man to spend the rest of her days with. a man who could potentially be a father, guardian, and second-half wrapped in one. 

it was with haste their home was dug out. a hollowed space beneath the trunk of the tree, spacious enough for two. she stood back, staring down at it with eyes full of tenderness. 

"it's perfect, don't you think? i can get some soft pelts for bedding," she exhaled dreamily. oh, how wonderful it would be! to spend her nights curled up beside him, to await his return when he'd leave for his duties. to be the softness he returns to each evening...

her giddiness was infectious. and yet she forced herself to calm; she didn't want to scare him away already! her last fiance used to scold her for excitement...and so she'd quietly celebrate her victory with a swaying tail and bright smile.