Split Earth Will Crumble
The balsam poplars and trembling aspens grew out of old white spruce stumps and fallen black spruce logs, giving new shelter to the things below.
The Institute: The Prince of Joy
Passcode, vocal six aspen bismuth quixotic adagio. confirm." nothing. "server must be full up. geo?" nothing. "damn it, geo, i'm trying to dive back in could you help me out?" still nothing. "ugh."
The Pursuit
"aspen?" #### #### "no, it's jasper." #### #### "oh, okay, so it _is_ jasper... is it?"
“Grandma, there’s a wolf here for dinner…” Part 7
He was shaking like the leaves of an aspen tree in the fall breeze. "shhhh," i spoke softly in his ear, "i'm fine. it'll be fine."
The Wayward Fang
The light of dawn was filtering down through the aspen trees and birds filled the silence with their endless chirping. the land was awakening, insects buzzing in the air and the hunters of the day flitting about in search of elusive, cautious prey.
A Reason to Live pt. 13
Three of the four furs in the group, exhausted by the breakneck pace that kyle, a jackal, and the group leader, had set, were resting under the shade cast by a copse of aspen trees.
A new beginning
Sighing again, malcolm rested his chin on his palm and looked out over the valley once more, his gaze alighting on the grove of scarlet leafed aspens across the valley floor.
A Walk with Temptation
Air hitched in my throat, legs quivered like aspen leaves in a storm. my tail betrayingly rose, a silent signal of my inner turmoil. his grip tightened on my breasts, sending a sharp pang of pain and pleasure through me.
Beast Rise : Rancher's Love
A purplish orange covered the skies whilst the sun was setting in, fading into the distant aspen trees.
Scarlet & Gold
He answered, stepping over an aspen log. "that is an awful lot of snow for how long it's been cold, summer only just ended." she said stepping over the same log and taking gathis's hand for support without realizing it.
An Unexpected Show
The white bark of aspens stood out wherever they grew. pine trees seemed to cluster together in miniature groves, leaving the air laden with their fresh aroma and the ground coated with prickly brown needles.
Beyond Mundane Horizons: A Change of Pace
As it chewed down the grass, a tail as broad as her own woolly brush swept gently through the air, as quiet as the breeze in a grove of aspen. the wind shifted, carrying naryssa's scent to the stranger.