Once she made sure he followed her lead, she’d turn her head and begin walking down the Stonecrest Pathway.
In these colder months, the path felt like ice beneath her feet. The weaving branches of wisteria that had dropped their petals added to winter’s strong presence.
When you walk this path, it is shrouded in a haze of purple petals.She describes, shooting a quick glance over his shoulder with curious eyes.
When the winding branches no longer have to hide from snow and wind, their shy flowers will bloom within the sun. That is what I hope you will see.Yet for now, she would leave it up to him to use his imagination.
They continued to walk down the path like this for a while now, until finally making a detour to the right – towards the pack’s densite.
This is the resting area. It is quite spacious, so I should be able to find you a spare den somewhere in the back…ah, where are my manners?She turns over her shoulder to peer at her shadowy companion.
Are you hungry from your trip? Let's not send you to bed on an empty stomach…