Sly Fox Sand Dunes and there in the deep i lay

Beau had always been a runner, but for once he found that something was pinning him in down.

Leto. Oh, he loved her so.. but he could not yet understand her. The wolves she surrounded herself with, Beau could tell that they were not what she thought them to be.

He had stuck to her side for some time, but now he had wandered. He would return, but for now he would indulge himself.

But a body laid upon a sand dune had not been what he expected of the day. He was quick to pick up his pace.

Not quite a yearling, but surely not far off. They were young. He leaned to nudge them, frowning. You breathin'?