It was the Red Irish Setter that first caught Quil’s attention, as it looked like his own pup. The two dogs did their get acquainted routine and were soon jumping against one another and running around like fools.
Quil’s father had wanted him to learn about his ancestors, and he was thrilled Quil had mastered the bow and arrow.
Quil’s thoughts were brought back to the two dogs now walking side by side like old friends. “I think they like each other.” A soft voice behind him broke his attention. “Hi, my name is Tran, what’s yours?”
“My friends call me Quil, which is short for Quillian. It’s a no brainer to have to shorten that handle.” The sun was shining off her hair which made it look almost on fire. “What is your dog’s name?”
“Ruby, and yours?”
“Sunset. Are you staying in one of the teepees?”
“Yes, just for the weekend. My ancestors were originally from this area, and my folks wanted me to experience some of that life.”
For the next hour they walked along the shore watching the dogs playing and having fun.
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Quil believed what his father kept preaching, ‘Things happen the way they are supposed to.’ They both remember the day they first met six years ago and now they were enjoying watching their dog’s puppies, and their son ‘Ity.’
Quil’s father wanted them to enjoy the significance of the campground, and as they sat around the campfire, he suddenly laughed – “Tran-Quil-Ity!”
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