Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Sandy didn’t care if Crowfeather messed up. He said that the dark wolf would have to learn how to adjust, that he would do fine. It was uplifting to hear this from a man who looked so capable, so competent with himself. There did not seem to be a second meaning to his words, either. Though he struggled to, Crowfeather was able to accept what Sandy had said at face value.

The other man gave a glance and began to move forward. There was swiftness in his paws. The capability that the shadow had seen in his figure was clear. Running hadn’t been practiced, but Crowfeather fell into a natural gait with Sandulf. The tripod saw the other man bring his nose to the earth. The shadow lifted his head to hunt the air for scents.