Emberwood come along with me

 

like the name change!

The yearling smiled briefly when the beige lady wound her way through the aspens to him. Her agreement to his proposal was soothing, finally something they could do. "A bit northeast of Lost Creek Hollow, I saw it befre but never explored it. Who knows, we could find prey or something exciting," he mused gracefully his words feuling his need to traverse the valley and investigate the looming bypass.

Awol offered to lead without speaking turning round and waving his tail at her before beginning his paceless canter. Down the sloping fields and through the grove and ferns, they would arrive at the bypass.