Lost Creek Hollow lunita

Sandy tilted an ear towards her, pressed a thorn bush out of her way, so it wouldn't mar her pristine fur. That wouldn't be a good thing and he'd feel bad.


Sandy thought about her question and shook his head. I thought perhaps once we may become so. And I have listened to him when he was distraught over who I can only assume is the new male in our fold, but no not anymore. I barely see him. But I also don't seek him out. I don't want to bother anyone.