Unbeknowest to the doe, two pairs of eyes, gold and blue, were watching her from beneath the bushes.


The sand dogs had slipped away this morning, nipping and wrestling and chasing themselves, but the sight of the pale doe and her dance, so different from their master's, had stopped them both in their tracks.
Now they looked at each other, and the blue eyed dog's tongue lolled out. With a soft yip, it darted out from the bushes. A shadow of red and gold, it rushed up up to the doe, barking gleefully, circling around her with an occasional playful n** at her heels. It's blue-green sibling followed shortly after, chasing the two, weaving cleverly between the doe's hooves.