Phoenix Maplewood Dust

A happy giggle startled the rugged cowboy from his trance. It was enough to startle the squirrel, too. The creature paused for a moment at the base of the tree and peered into the woods for signs of a threat. Better than risking the loss of life, the squirrel raced back up the tree and disappeared somewhere in the foliage and boughs. Reno followed it for a moment before his eyesight failed him and he was forced to recognize that he’d lost a snack.

The cowboy smacked his lips. There was no use getting sour over it. He’d just have to keep going, find something else that he could quell his hunger with.

The white tail drew his eye. Reno froze in his place and stared at the swaying white. He could have been ambushed and he’d have been non the wiser, but he was grateful that he’d caught sight of the other wolf.

Drawing toward where she was buried head-first in the berry bushes, Reno chuffed out a soft grunt of a greeting.

Ain’t ever tried berries before. They taste alright?