Bearclaw Valley cross my heart and i hope i die

eyes. she'd gotten used to those. the problem is who the eyes belong to. god forbid the dog encounters a repeat of the last time she had this sensation. she stood, brows furrowed.

who's there? she asked, though not before consulting her nose. it was faint, but she could pick up the presence of someone in the valley alongside her. that alone got her heart to race. she would only believe the innocence of this someone only when her eyes met theirs.