Lost Creek Hollow Pale morning Sky

Sandy nudged her softly when she stepped beside him. Eyes following each creature she pointed out Listening with a gentle patience as she told him of the hollow and the secrets here. 

Though he would snuff along the ground on occasion to route a rabbit or a squirrel, though at the moment he was on the trail of another weasel. The slinky creature ahead of them, a little ways, but not far. They'd be upon it soon enough.