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Hello dear ranger, remember as you walk along the path covered in Moss draping the cobblestone as a mosaic much as you wish to turn back. Think of how far you've come. Think of the little taste of spring, The little taste of spring. What is that you may ask? That is a little bit of crisp fresh air and morning dew hitting your face as you inhale the valley in front of you. Remember as you watch, the berries grow off of my My sister, she will guide you safely through your clearing in your path. Do not be afraid. Do ranger to also take a rest as needed when you tire, remember as you lay down your head next to fields and woods of animals playing as you listen to the birds trip their last chirp before their rain comes. You know dear ranger there is a saying when it comes to March the month of which we're in it goes on but there's also another saying some people choose to say in like a lion out like a lamb that also apply to many other months. You've scaled mountains and climbed peaks. You've danced with ghosts in the past few weeks, but also you've listened to stories of bakers and potters and little Millers who live with their daughters. But dear ranger, remember that this is almost the end of a very deep winter. It's not quite spring but once it is it will be the beginning. Life is going to flourish and so are you so do not give up to your ranger for there is another year in stored for you.

1. Do not just enjoy wildlife enjoy the locals they know about the area and can teach you 2. Respect the land and return rocks do not take without giving the earth is made on trades 3. Leave small tokens sometimes not everything has to be a trade but can be an offering the woods are peaceful and safe when taken care of 4. Do not disrespect those who reside in the woods they can be befriended if careful but do not give your name  5. Before entering a wooded area make sure of buddy systems and take someone with you especially in winter it's dangerous 6. When resting make sure to clean up after yourself  7. Remember to pack water and to leave creatures alone if they do not wish to be handled friendship with animals is built as if with a person

Hello dear ranger, remember as you pass through this march as the little marshes wash away against your boot as you trip over cobblestones and jump over walls The forest will always be watching and waiting as you trace my leaves that have started to grow from my branches. Pick the fruit from my from my trees as my arms. Reach down to curse your face with my leaves as the raindrops onto your head The wind will constantly whisper your name, whisking you away too far away places, but also do not forget my sister the highlands as her grass grows into a warm summer. We will currently be entering spring. Don't forget to rest against her deer beds as you carefully make your bed of hay. Don't forget the cows that are grazing in the fields or the sky. That is so blue and wondrous like a sea up above instead of seafoam you'll be looking at clouds washing away the night sky as the sun dips into the day. But dear ranger, I do not only have a sister in the Highlands. I also have a sister in the mountains. Remember as you climb her rocks and her terrain as her snow melts as you step and crunch through the harsh winter into my sister's and their spring. Remember how you feel and how you have survived through this harsh winter many things have come gone but you and my sibling stay constant now. Go along dear ranger, I'll always be waiting with my branches extending to you.

As you bed down for the night above the cover of your bed roll think. Think of the beauty in which summer has but dream, dream of winter. The time in which the earth is asleep. The plants and animals dream of a summer while you are awake traveling through cold terrains. Watching birds hop about in the snow as frost lands on your eye lashes. Dream of the fog forming from your breath as you see a distant town as it escapes your lips from a grin. Dream of the townsfolk decorating for holidays as you travel through thanking them for generosity. The image of meeting others in a small tavern over warm bowls of soup with thickened broth from baked bread crumbs and potatoes. The smells oh the smells of the spices from holiday drinks as you sit in your chair and pay your fee before leaving with extra soup and bread to go. The crunch of snow freshly fallen under your feet as you look up at the bright sky. Somewhere between night and day. Finally as you make your way to the campsite you set up you rest your head next to your fire. As you awake again in summer. But you see the bird fly over again and remember your dream of winter.

Saving a friend from doom last second and defeating the enemy

10. Finally make friends or acquaintances with locals on your travels but socially distance the best you can