Sunspire Mountains Back in my hometown

“Heavy!” Dusty repeated, indignant and bewildered. This weather had seemed pretty heavy to him! But he supposed he had a lot to learn about this place, and that stories from his fathers wouldn’t cover every little fact of life.

Recovering from his short fit of pique, Dusty participated in putting his nose to the ground. He found a hole quite easily, being not nearly as discerning as Shey in regards to how and where he spent his energy.

“You’re a quiet fella, Shey,” he grunted as he dug into the earth, already up to his withers in the dirt, shovel-like paws scrabbling while his head poked out at an awkward angle, nose-to-the-sky. “Whatcha doin’ around here, anyway? Ain’tcha wanna find a pack or somethin’?”