Looking For a Ghost

Singe ran down stream beside the Dirara River serching for some one he knew would not be there, his mother. She was ran out of the ClearWater pack years ago when Singe was a pup. He didn’t even know if she was alive but he was serching anyway. A white fox ran with him, ‘stop’ she said so no one but Singe could hear her. “That is enough! You are never going to find her this way.” She sat on a rock and looked at him as he walked to the waters eadge to drink. “Well Lilla do you have a better idea? No, well then let's keep moving.”