Redhawk Caldera Henry Knight

The owl remained silent, though Frolic came upon a pile of leaves heaped at the foot of a great oak tree. During the daytime hours, it might’ve looked like a great place to play. Here in the chilly October darkness, Frolic thought it looked like rather a good place to curl up and make another attempt at sleep.

Just as Frolic pressed one black paw into the crunchy jumble, someone glided out of the night like a ghost. She yawned hugely as she realized it was only her older sister and not a ghoul escaped from the island or perhaps their late Uncle Bronco’s spirit on the lam from his new sapling body.

She understood Ceridwen’s question and laughed, waving a paw and answering, I couldn’t sleep before… but now I think I can, and blinked sleepily at the welcoming leaf pile.

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