Blacktail Deer Plateau Trust in me

Time had a way of healing things. It had been a few weeks since Sorrel had found Kieran (rather, vice versa) and joined Grayday's ranks. She'd seen new faces, heard new voices, learned new names; if one was paying attention, they might have noticed that she'd learned some new words, too. It wasn't that she couldn't speak, but because she had had the English ability of a toddler, something about sparking up conversations made her anxious (to say the least). 

It must have been something in the air because when Sorrel woke up that afternoon, she'd had a supply of energy she hadn't felt in months. To be fair, that still wasn't much, but it was enough to get her walking without much protest. Not only had she put on weight, but she was building muscle, albeit slowly. Grayday was right; come spring, she'd be closer to peachy than she'd ever been.

As she made her way toward the same cache that she gravitated to every morning, Sorrel was able to make out the familiar shape of Sunny. She chuffed a greeting and slowed her approach, finally settling a few paces away. Wha're you doing? she asked, her words draped with her known accent.