Redsand Canyon Copacabana

Hi, he breathed, when the young one had plopped himself directly in front of Killdeer's muzzle. He blew air from his nostrils, ruffling the small downy hairs that coated the boy's fur. Then lapped him gently, running his tongue along the dainty neck and jaw and ear.

He pulled back, then, and laid down, putting his nose upon his paws.

Whatcha doin', Jack? 

That was his name, right? Yeah. Jack and Leona. He smiled again at the boy, although he'd withdrawn from the shadows.