Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Sandy’s eyes were so sharp! Crowfeather hardly had time to react to the weasel duo that had sprung out from their hiding place. The dark young wolf started, surprise taking hold of him. He watched as the other man made his move for one, which left the other for the tripod to attempt.

Crowfeather did not waste any more of his precious time. His leg kicked him forward, faster than he anticipated his pursuit would be. The debris of the woodland was kicked up behind him. His eyes fixed to the fleeing animal while his nose flared to capture the scent of fear on it.

Much to the dark wolf’s surprise, he managed to close his teeth on the weasel and end its life.

Heavy in his breath, Crowfeather looked to see if Sandy had found success in his hunt.

We did it, Sandy, he mumbled through his prey, certain that the other man had caught his target, too.