Qeya River la luna

Ksura licked his lips as he approached the small group, tasting the scent of the wolverine on the cool air. He’d heard of them before- beastly things with a bearlike head, and long, tough claws- but had never seen one with his own eyes. He was just as keen to catch a glimpse of the creature as he was to chase it off. 

Anything that ran was worth chasing. 

That included, of course, the two-month old firebrand that was Sparrow. ”Ack!” He yipped as the boy bolted off toward the slope. He stood on springy ankles- ready to tear off after the kid to stop him from sending the creature in the wrong direction, or risking harm-

- and the kid was fast, but Ksura knew the terrain and inherited herding instinct from his Malinois lines. He bounded past the youth and then skidded to a halt, veering in an about-turn in an attempt to block the boy’s path, bracing for impact.