Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

There had been a time, like all wolves, especially males. That Sandy had been rash and wild. Not as wild nor as rash as some, but he had his own little rebellions. Had his own temper. Clear by the scar upon his face. Though truth be told, that fight had been deserved, and the wolf on the other side, deserved everything he was given.

Of course I will. Sandy offered a genial smile. It would be a good trip. Sandy could show him some of his favorite places on the way up. And share his family with the man too. That was the best part.

Sandy learned the small secrets of the hollow. Learned of the beautiful things it hid there. His heart lightened with each unveiled piece. He had chosen a good male to follow and they had chose a good place to thrive.

Sandy felt the nudge and then stepped into footfall with the other male, following along. Happily.