Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

It was evident, by the man’s expression and hitch in his words, that Shadowpup had caught him unawares. She didn’t think he looked stupid, so much as odd. Had he hurt his head, too? Shadowpup wondered naively.

And he challenged - did she have permission to be here?

“Uhm, no I don’t think so,” she responded frankly. Yet, clearly, Shadowpup had no respect for boundaries.

She entered the den to get a closer look. “Where are you from? What’re you doing here? How’d you get hurt?” she prattled innocently.