Redtail Rise who want the smoke? who want the fade?

Moon Runner quite enjoyed the sounds Dry Creek made and though she couldn’t understand or comprehend… she listened all the same in quiet companionship.

The blunt end of her muzzle hovered above the mossy loam as they traveled together, criss-crossing tracks of animals in the deep wood.

Then… a songbird flew overhead and Moon Runner changed course.

A discovery of easy prey! The kind that didn't run. Plump lowbush blueberries, not yet picked by the birds, basked in the sun at the edge of a marshy glen.

Had the salt wolf ever tasted a berry? the spirit wondered.

Moon Runner plucked a few from their boughs and ate them in delight.