Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

Ears forward, mouth parted, he ran, paw over paw as he tore across the earth and chased after her in this darkness. The earth seemed to rumble beneath the weight of their paws as they moved; her a shadow, him a brownish looking blur in this dark of night.

They followed the river, keeping it to one side as they ran. For fun or for sake of making better time towards their home, they accomplished both as the moved without a care in the world. The trees thinned, pulling back as they pressed forward. He bolted then, adding a little more pep to his step as he tore through the clearing and drew close enough to nip against her heels.