Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

"Rawr!" Lucas growled at his spindly brother, who leapt away with a frolicsome toss of his head as the piebald pup snapped his teeth harmlessly and snorted. "You'll nev'r get my trishur, y'evil mons'er!" They were playing Dragons and Goblins, a game they had completely made up. The point of the game was for the goblin to sneak past the "sleeping" dragon and steal something from his treasure trove. @Wyatt was the goblin. As it turned out, his thin dark-furred sibling was excellent at his role and had successfully snuck past Lucas two of three times, but on this third time, he was ready. Since he was considerably larger thanks to his portly belly, Lucas also made for a good dragon. Can't get what you can't find under your brother's rolls, right?

But as all pups did, the pair eventually tired of their game, with Wyatt and Lucas each winning one more round before the former decided that a nap was in order. The latter still had too much energy and excused himself to practice his dance moves, but when he poked his head out of the family den, it was to see someone new and exciting standing there. He stopped suddenly, pale eyes wide on Mona's face—how on earth had she known he was leaving right at that moment? Lucas decided then and there that Mona was a wise and talented wizard who had just shown him the most amazing magic trick.

"Coooool!" exclaimed the pup, tail wagging hard as he pulled his dumpy body out into the light. He didn't notice the squirrel fur and didn't ask her name, yet; he was way too busy marveling over how Mona had known just where he was gonna be and when. It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen and he asked, awestruck, "How'd you do tha'?"