Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

To Sandy it didn't matter if Crowfeather messed up. What mattered was that if he did indeed mess up, then he adjusted and learned from it and didn't take it to heart. That was what would matter most to the dark and russet man. There was a natural confidence to Sandy, but it was not something he really dwelled on. He had learned his own mistakes, and made many, before he had turned into a capable hunter.

There was many scents throughout the forest here. They would have no limits to their prey as long as they didn't grow to large. He caught the scent of some nearby weasels and headed in that direction. If they were near the river, they may even find a fisher or a muskrat, though Sandy wasn't too keen on the latter.