Honeyed Pasture in the big rock candy mountains, there’s a land that’s fair and bright

All welcome! Pack hunt, anyone?

NOTE: Each of the traveling threads is a day apart. ♥ This is day two, March 22, 2017.

The soft, tortured lowing of a wounded prey animal broke the early evening silence, piquing Lotte’s interest. Almost immediately, a clenching gurgle of hunger morphed into a vicious cramp that she bit her lip against, swinging her broad muzzle toward her abdomen in mute discomfort. Several other Teaghlaigh members had also heard the call, but in the semidarkness they were silhouetted against the dying sunset and were virtually indistinguishable by sight alone. Banríon said nothing, but drew her tongue pointedly across her jowls as she rose and stretched. This far along in her pregnancy, she didn’t exactly feel like leaping through the air and latching onto a large ungulate, but she could ambush and herd as well as any.