Whitefish River The Great Thorn

Mention of the 'awful' taste gave the larger female a reason to smile however odd it may have seemed. Boldly, she placed all paws firmly on the ground ensuring all paws could support her wait, even the wounded one, and found that there was no pain to burden her. Not even a hint of it. Had the pain been imagined, she wondered, but did not ponder too deeply on it. "The larger on it is, " her voice was light as she looked toward the female then turned with her tail low sweeping in beckon. "I will guide you as far as the wooded boundary at the base of the mountains. From there, you should be able to find you horizon." Trusting the female to follow, she began the forward journey but kept her pace to a trot to enable the female to follow with ease.