Autumn Weather

Autumn had arrived in the north. A cold wind blew down and stirred the pine trees that stretched out for the warmth of the sunlight and bowed in the wind that blew past them. Drífa had found a nice sheltered place to settle and rest. She was moving slower these days. Age had caught up with her but so far illness had now. She'd been feeling sick for most of the summer but with rest and treatment she was beginning to do better and though she ultimately knew the tumor would take her she expected to have another year of life or more ahead of her. Drífa looked over to Swala, her little barn swallow companion. The bird snuggled up close to her but so far the day was nice for a northern day. Drífa would need to finish lining her den at a later date. She still had her mountain goat hide that would make a comfortable bed for the chilly nights that lay ahead.