Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Sandy's maw quirked up higher at the small trill of laughter that slipped from the dark shadow's maw. It was nice to hear him laugh. Too often it seemed that Crow was burdened by heavy things, and Sandy would have liked to help there if he could.

Sandy sniffed at the walls, eyeing the stones and the shapes and colors they took. They were glittering and bright and he liked it. He placed a paw outwards to let the shadows dance along his fire kissed feet.

I'll say it is. One of the prettiest things i've ever seen. 

And it was. Sandy had done a lot of traveling, seen a lot of pretty things. This was up there with some of his top favorites.

Sandy tilted an ear. Like dreamwalking, yea? I can't say I know much about it, but I've seen it a time or two. And the Moonglow wolves do it on occasion, though I believe they call it spirit walking.