Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Sandy didn't really need the meal either, he had always been on the thinner side. A lean creature built for hunting, and running. But he understood and accepted the gift with grace. Crow had done well, truthfully he had.

Sandy chuckled. Then I suppose it's a good thing you recruited a hunter. Isn't it. 

His warm yellow eyes met the others and he dipped his muzzle down. Then let's try again.

Long black body leaned into the wind as he moved through the lands, intent upon another weasel trail. He'd catch these ones he hoped. Besides it was always good to have more than one creature they could fill caches.