a home to rest my weary bones

Summertime in Emerald Valley was perfection. Everything was lush, green, and completely alive. The perfect time for a stroll. Mor had trundled off over the next hill to go looking for some berries and other snacks. The bear had a great knack for finding delicious treats and once again Rags found herself feeling grateful that they had found each other. No longer did she worry where her next meal was coming from or if she would be safe at night. Between Lirim and her formidable bear friend, she was shielded from all the troubles of the outside world. It was a charmed life. She ambled along slowly in order to soak up every moment of sunshine that she could. When the first chill of autumn rifled her fur she wanted to be sure that she remembered this day clearly. It would comfort her through all the muscle stiffness and chill of winter. Rags hummed softly to herself as she walked along, untroubled by her awkward gait. Today was a good day.