Lost Creek Hollow I had a dream of the wide open prairie

silvertongue grinned. "it was quite fruitful." she might have made some pithy comment had not crowfeather arrived. she slid to his shoulder, nipping through his fur in greeting. "i was just telling sandulf that my trips outside have been productive. perhaps it is time to organize a three-pack-hunt," she suggested brightly to the prince and the hunter.