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“I do not see how, even now, you should be dead,” he said standing back on his heels with a puzzled look.
Perking its ears forward a buck came up and smelled her. Turning he said, “I do not know about this one, she speaks our language, but she smells funny.”
When the screams of the last Darkan came to an end, Zelia put out the flames as she fell to her knees, drained of energy. The trees still moaned in pain though they did not blame her, she had kept the flames from scorching most of their leaves.

Hanging out with the guys has had its ups and its downs, but you can be sure it’s produced some awesome stories. For example, she can honestly say that the worst thing she has ever eaten was a skunk. Yes, you read that right, nothing like a big game cookout for the guys to have a little fun and feed everyone skunk rump roast. In case you’re wondering, they taste the same as they smell and leave a lovely aftertaste that spoils your beaver pot roast and barbecue.
Her time on the river and in the woods opened her eyes to one simple fact: it’s the simple things in life that ground us. Things like the peace that comes from watching the sunrise as a young mink plays in the shallow stream nearby or the chirping of crickets as the night sky lights up with the stars of distant galaxies.
With all that said, she hopes you will follow her and Zelia on this crazy journey we all call life.
Thank you for reading!
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