He smiled at her tiny voice and wished she could stay that small forever but he knew that one day she would grow up and become a woman of her own. For now he was sure that she would understand everything he was trying to tell her once they reached the water. A plan had formed in his mind on how he was going to show her. “You're a good girl Chenoa,” he told her brushing his muzzle against her cheek to help encourage her
They were close to the water now he could nearly see the break in the trees and a glitter of the water in the sun. Her little voice spoke again saying she couldn't see, “Don't worry my dove,” he told her as he lowered himself to the ground, “Climb up and then you will he able to see,” he said indicating he meant she should climb into his shoulders.