Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

Blood spattered from the goat as its calls grew more garbled, choked by blood and fear. Crowfeather did not dare to release his hold on the creature’s neck. He had clenched his jaw tightly against the struggling animal, the fresh fear of nearly having toppled from the shelf still hung fresh upon his limbs.

Germanicus was a beast, tearing at the goat until he had sprayed the stone with red and their prey had ceased to struggle. Crowfeather only released his hold when the weight of the goat’s limp body was too much to hold.

Breathing heavily, the dark wolf looked to Germanicus. Blood dribbled from his chin as he offered a relieved smile.