Lost Creek Hollow Spring Wind

Shadowpup’s big doe-eyes looked up to Ashpaw, thankful to have her milk-mother’s support. Though the little one couldn’t speak words or sentences, she certainly understood them. She was an intelligent and bright-minded little girl.

The child nodded emphatically at the question. Yes, I want your support! And when Ashpaw positioned herself, Shadowpup jumped right into her arms. It was the perfect, safe place to watch the outside world go by.

Suddenly, a stellar jay flew past with a noisy flap of its wings and landed on a nearby branch. Shadowpup gasped and ducked her head, as if she were scared it would fly right into the den!