Dusty

Lore

Dusty arrived at Frostspring with dust in his coat and optimism that had somehow survived the journey. Sparky and Ginger invited him to play. He accepted before anyone could make the invitation complicated.

Playing became friendship. Friendship became a place beside the hearth. When a storm scattered travelers along the mountain road, Dusty followed their tracks and stayed with them until help came. Later, they called him a prince. He was particularly pleased that the title did not interfere with shared snacks.

He patrols in a bright woven Mexican poncho with a Western holster holding one treasured dog bone. The quick draw is impressive. The weapon is also lunch. This has helped several tense situations become less tense.

Lady, Ginger, and Sparky are his family now. Dusty knows what it is to arrive without one. He saves a place beside him whenever a new visitor enters. It is a small space against the scale of the mountains, and an enormous one if you have nowhere else to sit.