Sleepy Fox Hollow an eerie feeling

Anyone and everyone had a story of their own, and when the history of another wolf was filled with exotic stories and adventures of faraway places he turned into a little boy who could listen for eons. Amsu spoke of deserts, sand and big hills ..made of sand. His imagination was running wild and free as he tried to envision what a desert was actually like. Maybe it was good that Amsu left out an important detail about the hot temperatures of deserts because that was not something Epic would like. Right now a desert sounded alluring, colourful and extraordinary. A place to put on his bucket list for sure. 

When another wolf joined in on the conversation, Epic scolded underneath his breath that he left the situation unguarded. He had been so absorbed by Amsu's stories that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. Nonetheless, he nodded gently to welcome Cyclone. Quickly he glanced at her silhouette and she had quite a striking grey, black and white appearance. He had never seen a wolf with such a remarkable stripe from the head, back all the way to the tail. "Hey" He greeted her then pitched in his own to cents about the oases. "Maybe. I'm not sure; I haven't seen a lot of the area up here. But do we have a big sand box here as well?"