Phoenix Maplewood More Passion, More Energy, More Footwork

his shoulder brushed their own. he was still painted in the scent of redtail as well and now sought it from thorn caller in reaffirmation.

no.

for himself he answered. the broad muzzle turned for the countless time in the direction moon runner had gone.

he still waited.

the bloodwood was a rendezvous, though he expected to spend far more time here in the spring. and if new snow chose, they could debut their pups in the rise thereafter.