Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Sandy didn't know what kept his new found friend so burdened. But he could only imagine it was familial obligations or love. Those seemed to be the two things that always held you fast in their throes. And he wouldn't ask. This was something that if Crow wanted to share he would, and Sandy would simply listen.

Sandy stopped moving, body pointed, tail erect. Yellow eyes watched with interest and he gave a slow soft chuff to his counterpart, his shadow and then with a growl he barreled forward. Two weasels ran out of the underbrush.

He however, over stepped and missed the one he was aiming for, only hoped that Crow would get the second. He smiled to himself, thankful that he could still be humbled.