Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

"Me too. Safe winter!" Heph grinned and began trotting off after returning the nudge. It had been good seeing him, and it was time to set off. But she had no doubt that she would be back, perhaps sooner rather than later if she managed to make the trip in good time and did not get caught up in pursuing other avenues on the way.

She trusted that their paths would cross again, perhaps with his lady in tow or perhaps not. The winter was a dangerous time, but it was also surprisingly bountiful. Frozen carcasses and weak prey that moved about was all around and she felt confident that she would be able to weather the season.

I'll start it up! Thank you too and for your patience :D