we go north

World's crappiest post. o.o

She named the creek – a good indication that she could see them creating a home here. His approval was given with a lopsided grin, and the cinnamon male nudged her before he beckoned her forward to the forest, taking comfort in coolness of the fir trees. The sun glinted through the branches and tree tops, providing the male with stolen bits of warmth as they maneuvered their way upward of the foothills.

The trees would give way to steeper slopes, and as they climbed slowly, the leader would press his shoulder to hers gently every so often, soothed by her presence.