Max circles above the stream while Leafy watches from the bank. From higher air the path lines make a map. He spots a sparkle near a willow bend.
Leafy waves and the willow parts its curtains. The pouch hangs on a gentle hook of wood. Max blushes and Leafy smiles. Trust your friends and the view you cannot see from the ground. They share berries with the brook as thanks. The day settles into peace.
