it was night. and it was morning again.
making two nests. sleeping. then covering all marks that they had ever been there. and continuing on.
she always walked towards where the sun had set the previous day. but that was a recent decision. for quite a few months she had just walked in the opposite direction of where she had come. walked more when the leaves were colorful, and less when everything died, but now more again. and river always stayed right behind her.
he glanced over her shoulder at river, trotting a tail-length behind her. the same way as always. if he'd spoken, she might have asked him why he was here, but for now it was just continuing to move.