Lost Creek Hollow Pale morning Sky

sandy moved to corner the creature. her own small teeth flashed. there was blood, and then the weasel lay dead. silvertongue stood over it in shock! "i caught it!" she cried, looking to sandulf with an expression of sweetened excitement. "thank you! thank you, for showing me." her heart raced; she looked between he and the kill with a growing invitation in her glassblue eyes.