Cedar Sweep nothing holding me back

Dingo had watched the kids for a few hours and then at the first opportunity, dropped them off with someone and left. They weren't his responsibility as far as he was concerned; he was not their father, and he didn't think it was appropriate that someone of his calibre be delegated the role of babysitter. It didn't occur to him yet that such a role was beneficial to him. That, maybe, he was often watching the kids because Towhee and Phox trusted him. At some point, as summer warmed up around the 'strath and dazzled everyone, Dingo had forgotten about his fixation on the little Fennec. He'd fallen in to a routine: hunt, nap, go for a swim, nap, patrol a little, nap... At the moment he was investigating an unfamiliar path through the towering cedar woods, likely hunting for a good place to catch up on his sleep.