The Barren Years
"This will be my last season Ian." The Master furrier flexed his claws. "Don't be so glum." The young badger bounced and smiled. Werner grimaced and pulled back the heavy leather window apron to check the stars. Sharp cold air rushed into the room...
Epiphany
Tanner's footfalls echoed through the sanctuary as he ambled between rough hewn pews. Dust swirled around his full ruddy tail. He opened the portal and took in the musty scents of autumn. Barren trees waved in the breeze but no one was waiting. The...
A Coyote Called "Bluebird"
I'm from here in Chicago--near north side, but you'd never know it by looking at me. We coyotes aren't seen in the city very often. Yeah, the faded feathers I wear make me look like I belong on the plains with my family. But I assure you I can hold my...