Heron Lake Plateau Cut my teeth on wedding rings

He continued to gaze at the pale figure across the lake, his posture a poised stance as his tassel made swirling motions behind him, held proudly as if confronting a stranger. Not a ripple stirred the glassy surface as he awaited s response from the mysterious being. When none came, his fur began to prickle with unease, the silence becoming unsettling, the fog beginning to seem more like a cloak of dread than the early morning mist. His copper gaze was still locked upon the pale figurine as her form disappeared into the depths of the waves, earning a wide-eyed look of horror from the yearling as he stepped back from the shore.

With a confused whine, the agouti boy let his tail droop to hang between his legs, his ears folding back to brush against his scalp whilst all the while keeping his focus locked upon the place where the figure had vanished. The fog must have obscured his vision, played tricks on his mind for a wolf could not have faded so quickly into the water without a prick of sound being heard. Was it a spirit perhaps? Embodied within the framework of a creature as white as the stars themselves? With the fur along the back of his spine beginning to rise up, the boy stood stock still hoping that whatever it was would make its presence known.

A deep cry rang off to his side, much closer than the White figure had been and he jarred his head, banner whipping beneath his belly as his pools widened with fright. Spirits didn't exist, he told himself. Though he was beginning to have doubts about that now.