Lost Creek Hollow I know you need words

Crunching grass and leaves telegraphed Papa’s approach, but Shadowpup kept her eyes closed. It wasn’t until she felt his gentle, wet nose against her shoulder that she dared to crack one lid open. From there, her reluctant gaze followed his thin legs until she was looking up at him.

Her oversized ears dropped back and cupped her skull. She didn’t know what to say or how to communicate. Inside, her mind still reeled from the words she had heard, like advanced math processing on a primitive computer.

She didn’t understand why her father solicited a man who had done such horrible things to Tia Plata. And then, the thought of her silver aunt brought new tears to her eyes. For if what Crowfeather had said was true, then she wasn’t really her aunt at all.

Trust in her family and in the world began to corrode – for everything she knew had been revealed to be false.