here's to the nights we felt alive

She would have told him anything about her past, if he asked. She realised she wouldn't keep anything from him, wouldn't lie or deflect. She trusted him with her stories, for all the kindness and patience he had shown her. "Of course, any time" she promised as he thanked her for her help. She finished hanging the marigold - a difficult feat for the small wolf - and padded back to him again.

At his next words, she paused. Surprised at the unexpected turn in conversation. She imagined little Inc kids running around, and was surprised by a small flash of pain she felt. It must be sorrow, she decided. For her own children. Once little creatures that had stuck by her side and learned at her paws. Now, one was vanished into the world and another was beneath it. She pushed aside the sadness and offered him a small smile. "Of course, I'd be happy to show you." She promised him. "We will be churning out batches of it in no time." As soon as spring was upon them, ans things were growing to good heights.