Whitefish River Winter, wintery, winter

Fleet didn't mind the weather at any time. Granted the spring time usually made him happier than most seasons. But who wouldn't be happy in spring when most of the women and the chillen were goin in to heat or being borned. Most men probably liked it as it were.

Fleetscut heard the noise and looked up into the face of a little beauty queen. Well "ello dawlin! I'm Fleetscut, but youse kin jes call me Fleet. W'at brings you out an' 'bout dis fine day? He bent his head to gather a drink again while watching her with interested curiosity.