Lost Creek Hollow Spring Wind

Shadowpup was comforted by Ashpaw’s words and gained the confidence to observe the iridescent blue and black bird hop among the branches.

“Jay?” she repeated as her gaze followed it. Shadowpup admired the crest on its head and the vibrant cerulean of its feathers. Suddenly, the bird found a grub and flew off toward its nest. The chirping of baby birds made Shadowpup’s ears swivel.

“What’s dat?” she asked Ashpaw.