Bearclaw Valley Desert Wellies

There was true worry drawn taut across his brows as he reached for Nunataq, and he thought for a second she was going to pull away from him. His little heart would have broken. Instead, she met him with the extra wet licks he both hated and loved, and he giggled softly while backing away. "Nooo," he protested, swiping an ankle over his face.

His ears wilted slightly when Laurel's voice took a turn for the stern, but mama's eyes were fixed on Nunataq rather than him, so he perked back up quickly. Although she had been addressing the black-masked pup, Lucas made his way to the hole, spun around and kicked some of the loose dirt back with his hind paws, tail bobbing as he made a sort of dance of it with a tempo and a rhythm.