Redhawk Caldera There will always be a valley

He was interrupted in his digging when he heard a whimper and turned his head to see Peter approaching.  He hopped excited, his own tail flailing as he greeted his brother with a bump of his little muzzle.  Hole summarily forgotten, he lifted a dirty paw and tapped Peter's shoulder, grinning with tongue out.  Did he want to play?  He might have been absent of the need to dominate that some other puppies had, but he still loved a good tussel.