Lost Creek Hollow A hollow place

When she smiled at him, Stormpup recoiled and turned his eyes to the dirt. A frown found his young face. He was not certain how he might deal with such unearned warmth. They were both young, yes. He simply didn't have the same penchant for socialization as these other pups.

Still, when she gestured to the sky and outlined the tree for him, Stormpup squinted upwards and his frown deepened. He saw it. He didn't want to admit that he saw it, but the shape was easier to identify with her assistance.

I guess, he grumbled to her. It was the best she would get. Stormpup licked his chops and looked to her expectantly. He wondered if she would have another shape to show him.