The coming of spring had done more than make the forest green again. It had painted the undergrowth with an even greater variety of colors. Vivid red, pink, white, blue, purple, and yellow flowers were all in full bloom in every direction Isceradin could look as he and Phameas marched down their well-worn trail to the Inu’naabe village. The fragrance of fresh nectar permeated the forest understory from this new growth, and birds which had flown back from their winter haunts tweeted songs in celebra...
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