Whitefish River jeweled

Spring; the season of new beginnings, of warm sunlight and a sweet green breeze. Polaris ducked beneath low-hanging tree branches into the clearing where he'd left @Peridot. I found somewhere we can spend the night, He called out to her, tail waving lazily. He left it unspoken that the way ahead was safe, as it had been the last half-dozen times he'd scouted ahead to check. The constant chaos of Casco Bay was well behind them by now.

Yet he couldn't shake his unease. He glanced over his shoulder, ears twitching at the sound of a twig snapping somewhere beneath the trees. His tail went still, falling momentarily to his hocks. When several seconds passed and nothing had burst from the trees to attack them, Polaris turned his gaze back to Peridot, hoping his own anxiety wouldn't rub off on her too much.