Each night, after the sun slipped behind the blue mountains and the cold air dropped into the valley, he and his wire-haired best friend bundled up and trekked through the silent woods. And they walked to the edge of the trees to the riverbank and stood side-by-side and sniffed the crisp, untouched air, and it was clean and refreshing and they stayed there, listening to the rushing water until his numb fingertips forced them back to their cabin.