Redhawk Caldera uncast shadow of a southern myth

Ferret was sprawled on his back when his mother's howl went up, balls to the sky and forepaws curled over his narrow chest. He was utterly content, and it was with a grump and a half scowl that he rolled over to his elbows and watched as the first few wolves heeded the summons. One, he did not know, and his eyes fell upon the gray male who was called Shrike. Next victim.

The boy was growing into a limber body, but without any of the elegance. He got to his feet in the same awkward and rushed fashion as a calf trying to stand for the first time and proceeded to march toward this new comer, bold and brash as always. His head was high and his ears forward, though his black-tipped tail dragged behind him and made no effort to rise. He was not dominant.

Ferret came to stand and stare up a mere foot from Shrike.