Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

She arrived on light paws, tempted in by a familiar call that had her tail sweeping behind her in feathery strokes. As she trailed along the stream, she discovered a welcomed surprise. A bundle of spring cut herbs, perhaps the best she had found so far. Yet the scent upon them and the former call made it clear this was a gift.

Mahler? She called out, soft and hopeful. She had not spotted him yet but she hoped he remained near.