Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

The silver eagle disappeared, leaving the shadow to stand upon the ledge with a foolish expression and a nervous shuffling of his paws. After several moments, he had started to feel as though he should check on the older man.

The sound of hooves from above drew Crowfeather’s ears to a point. He turned sharply to see the shape of a goat careening downward toward the shelf where the dark wolf stood. Fear burst in his belly, spattering like fireworks. Germanicus’ snarl forced Crowfeather’s limbs into a stiff position.

Hackles lifting along his lean frame, the dark shadow snapped his teeth and yapped at the goat. He prayed the beast would halt in its tracks for only a moment.