Bearclaw Valley the warning he caught from your eyes

we can keep going or fade, up to you! <3

with a smirk, the boy rolled a shoulder as if to gesture she should follow. there he would show her the things that he knew; there he would name trees and speak the title of the river, nameless; he had given it a hundred so far and none of them stuck in his brain.
the witch set off along a path leading beneath conifer-trees, shooting snowskip a sly look as he went.