Ouroboros Spine Autumn town leaves

Young pups were so very rarely good stalkers, but Foxfur did not dare reveal the slight shadow that he had caught from the edge of his gaze. If the boy wished to follow, the warrior would allow it.

Foxfur could easily recall his own months of apprenticeship beneath the watchful gaze of Blackeye, a she-wolf with the nastiest scowl he’d ever seen. As a boy, he had thought his mentor the fiercest. He could not help but wonder if some of the same adventurous curiosity burned in the youth of Moonglow.

Pausing for a moment, the warrior drew his whiskers to the wind and sniffed.