Stavanger Bay just dead air

Thistle would have gladly taken up the mantle of mother, if that is what Levi wanted her to be. She didn't mind, and Julooke had been her very best girl friend. She brushed her muzzle across the top of his head gently, licking the side of his face. Then with a small cant of her head, she lead him towards the forest and it's secrets.

Stepping over vines and tree roots, she looked up at the top of the trees, bare now in their winter glory. But come spring they would be thick with foliage and pretty green leaves.

When spring comes, it is beautiful here. She led him further into the middle of the forest and stopped as the edge of the waterfall came into view. It fell down the side of the trees, in all colors of white. Frozen solid and beautiful, but cold and unforgiving. She looked back to make sure the child was following her and she offered him a smile, and stood at the edge far enough away, that he wasn't near it.