After taking cover underneath some grass that sheltered the side of the creek Cottonwood and his brother took time to catch their breaths.
After a couple huffs Cottonwood turned up on his hind legs and peered over the edge of the creek's side.
"I think it's gone now. We should g-"
Dustcloud quickly intrupts
"That's what you said earlier."
Cottonwood tilts one ear downward listening to his brother.
"Oh come on now, it's not like that hawk can stay out all day."
"Listen if you wanna get eat'n go ahead but I'm planting my furry rear right here."
Cottonwood rolls his eyes and continues to look around before tossing his paws over the incline scratching his way back up and over.
Once at the top he rears up slightly watching the leaves in the sycamore above their hiding place move,
A soft wind flutters the leaves and the hawk from earlier re-emerges from above.
Narrowing his eyes he then looks back to the clover field in front of him then back to the hawk circling overhead.
Just then an idea popped into his head and he peers over his shoulder before dropping down to four paws he hops over.
"Brother, I have a plan."
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-Warren- By Alexzandria Stormwielder
FantasíaDuring the early goldrush of America a lot of stories and folktales arose across settlements. Tales of giants, white bison, and men covered with thick fur enchanted the minds of boys, girls, and men alike. Seeing as the country was just begining to...
