about the Bright Bird's journey to the Iron Mountains.
The other animals were wary of her. "She is too loud for these quiet trees," the Great Horned Owl would hoot from his shadows. "She will draw the eyes of the mountain hawks," the field mice would whisper, scurrying deeper into the undergrowth. But the Bright Bird didn't mind the solitude. She spent her days soaring above the canopy, bathing in the unfiltered light of the sun, and singing songs that sounded like crystal bells. Bright Bird
Seeing her home fading into grey, the Bright Bird knew she had to act. She climbed to the highest peak of the tallest redwood, where the fog was so dense she could barely see her own indigo wings. She began to sing, but not her usual carefree melodies. She sang a song of fire, of gold, and of the morning sun. about the Bright Bird's journey to the Iron Mountains
🔦 : Even a small light can guide many through a great fog. "She will draw the eyes of the mountain
"Follow the Bright Bird!" the Fox cried out, his amber eyes catching her reflection.