Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

Fleur watched him as he carved a path, observing the Quarry below.

Where was his head at during this moment of stillness? Did he have doubts, worries? Have they drawn into his lungs only to be let go in the chilled air? Were there dreams, hopes, and wants floating around inside that rather reserved mind?

She had many. Too many thoughts, worries, wants, needs bouncing around that she couldn't make heads or tales of, but she knew one thing for sure--this place would do this pack well. It would suit her well.

"Beautiful up here, isn't it?" She did not join him; not yet. With her tail waving gently, she eyed him with curiosity, head cocked and ears listening.