Sunset Valley Rihad

The shadow shifted the weight of his body, shuffling his paws as he turned to capture the scents carried in on the wind. The young man could tell that there was wolf smell. He knew that there were packs. The closest was difficult to determine when he squinted out across the area. A deep inhale of breath and Nico found it.

The dark wolf nudged his companion and motioned with his snout for the mountain that cut from the earth in a handsome display of dark stone and jagged edges. Deja was swift and sly. It would not matter what terrain the wolves had claimed. The two boys could sneak in and out without drawing much attention, surely.

Pink tongue washed over his dark snout. A low chuffing noise sounded from his throat.

Let’s go, Deja. Let’s go.

And the shadow took off, sprinting on long dark legs toward the imposing peak.