He was exhausted but relieved. Free of the eastern side of the mountain but not seemingly free from gross places. The willows still lingered to the north of these meadows. If Bojay didn't want to get this whole scouting for mother trip out of the way he might have hunkered down here. But then again, a twinge of pain settled in his gut at the thought of being close to the nasty willows and their brutish male with his cocky ways. Yuck. Even if Bojay had brought it upon himself.
The russet Lyall flopped down into the snow, squirming about with all the childish nature he could muster. Maybe leaving Torbine hadn't been the worst thing in the world. Even if he did have warmth and food back there, there was plenty of fun to be had here.
i know something you don't know
trouble coming to your home