"<b>She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan!</b>"
Kiche bellowed out the lyrics as he scaled the strange rocky faces. This particular morning, something had struck a particularly adventurous chord in him. He had woken up Aisling excitedly, licking her to wakefulness and dragging her with him out of the den. Of course, he hadn't the foggiest idea of where he was going, but he told her it was a secret. As they meandered through the woods, he had started singing, which was a practice he had believed he'd left behind. Mostly, he was singing for Aisling, hoping it would make her smile. Most of the lyrics were nonsense, it seemed, but he liked the song anyway.
"<b>She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy </b>"
At any rate, they seemed pretty applicable to the moment. If only Kiche could figure out what a tractor was.
The large anti-wolf had been strangely undaunted by the solemn, jagged peaks of Mount Dire. They reminded him of the time he had hiked up Mount Washington on a special vacation with his folks. And the view, oh the view. Aisling would have to see it! He scraped and scrambled over the stone, dragging the girl ever higher up the jumble of mountain, serenading her all the while. "<b>We ride back and forth until we run out of light, take it to the barn put it up for the night</b>"
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