Chayse trotted through the underbrush near Mt. Charleston, enjoying the brisk spring air. Gentle sunshine heated the rocks and pines around him, but the shadows remained cool beneath the overhanging bows.
A broken mushroom caught his eye. He paused, dropping his muzzle to the ground to investigate. Once a CSI, always a CSI. Not that this was a crime scene, but he always learned something new by seemingly innocuous artifacts left behind by someone’s actions.
A surprised wuff brought Chayse’s head up, his ears flagging forward. A pair of green wolfish eyes met his own. Nik.Hello, Brother, he growled.
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