Arrow Lake Follow Your Heart Little Child of The West Wind

Sandy kept a weather eye on the wolf with fur of shadow. Sandy moved to his feet and waved his plume behind him.

Sandy perked his ears forward. Liatened nicely. He gave a small smile. 

I'm amenable to my own pack. It would need to be a nice one. I'm not a fan of bullies and blowhards.

Sandy settled back to his haunches. And waited a gentle pant.