Lost Creek Hollow excessum

Shadowpup slept deeply by the riverside in the cool grass and explored countless dreams. She danced with the stars and flew across meadows, growing wildflowers wherever she stepped. The pleasant reveries made her nose twitch in the waking world.

But suddenly, the chaotic sounds of an argument pulled her from slumber. Shadowpup’s head, heavy, rolled onto her shoulders until it was upright. One ear perked up. Papa?

Quickly, then, she stood and followed a trail until she found where the grown-ups gathered. Confused, she hid in the bushes and spied on something that, she felt, wasn’t meant for her.