Whitebark Stream rotten apples

Peace for eternity, even when another entered the realm. Her tired attitude wasted away her senses of being alert, as she sleepily looked toward a gray figure in the distance, approaching the Princess. Oh, where did he come from? She had not heard he was coming. Unguarded as she normally was, but even more so as her nature felt drowsy and plopped her head sideways into the snow. A smokey lad, with grassy-emerald gaze looking toward her, asking the most unusual questions, she thought.

"Aree youuu, a dream?~" A smile fleeted across her face, as she craned her neck back upwards towards him, figuring this gray wolf was that of a dream. Spirit guide, so she heard rumors about? Wouldn't that be amazing, for his words were like a wiseman, "Hmmmmm," she considered with a hum, "Lifeee, is interesting, yes?" Aerasha was fascinated about- everything. She admitted to times of being bore, but, his words spoke truth, "wouldn't it be sooo sad to missss the shooow?~" Couldn't dream of missing such important gossip that the wind could deliver!