Lost Creek Hollow The Wind In The Canyon

Sandy agreed to another try. Crowfeather felt his heart soar at the prospect of building his hunting skills again. It felt like he had let his abilities wither away, tucked in the dark corners where they would never be seen. It was nice to stretch out, to feel that his legs had not forgotten how swift they were. The weasel he had secured in their hunt was a reminder that there was still hope.

Crowfeather dug up a small storage for the animal he’d captured and turned to Sandy with an intent expression.

Weasels again?

The shadow wondered if the other man would like to try something different. No matter their target, the tripod was eager to be hunting.