Dawnlark Plains The trees are filled with memories

She heard the whistle, her ears pivoting on her head. Then she heard it again. Her eyes lit up in the darkening sky, and a grin appeared on her face, a touch of wariness yet curiosity on it. So this one was playing a game. Her siblings had done this, only they didn't whistle. They just ran. Her voice was low. I know you're here. Looks like you want to play. Making a high squealing whistle, she slunk across the land, keeping her eyes sharp.