In moments like this, Erven always felt like he stood at the top of the world. A short detour on his patrol had turned into a longer one, and now he sat with his back to the rocks, overlooking a valley that lay before him in autumn hues of gold, rust, and evergreen. The stream... Continue Reading →

Trading Day had come in a flurry of carts and left in a swirl of satisfaction. With coffers and pantries full, the Yarrow Leaf tribe had settled once more into that most pleasant of seasons—summer. Or, as Heather liked to think of it, Bee Tree season. On this particular dreamy summer day, she and Clover... Continue Reading →