Whitefish River Oh, I've been dreamin' 'bout it

want to bump this up to present?

It had been some time since the crow had croaked a proposal to the bear and his leonine Constable; there’d been no sight or sound of his pale sister, and seeing Reiko — who was as ivory as her and just as little and just as green-loving — nearly have him whiplash. She was just as lovely too, albeit unmarred, but the crow picked his way over to her all the same.

He was careful to step lightly and lively, for fear of disturbing her precious finds underpaw. “What is all this you have accumulated?” An abode? A... garden, even? His pewter eyes looked for the high blue of her own, inquisitive as a feline, and just as expectant; tip of plumed tail twitching in the lull of the moments that followed.