Dawnlark Plains pull me down

They had run for what seemed like forever – if they were not running, Scimitar was ushering his herd as fast as he could. Separated from the others (Bazi was quick to follow in Pasha’s direction), the cinnamon wolf instead towed with him four other pups – each looking wearier and more scared by the second.
 
He nudged them all further, having to stop and corral Allure back to her paws every so often, as she was eager to lay down. His nerves were aflame with tension – and when Kaskara’s howl echoed across the lands, he felt relief swarm him.
 
He tried to hurry the kids faster, his own call clipping back to her – hoping she would stay put. When she finally came to view, he seen a familiar wolf – but one whom was no longer family in the sense of comradeship. His eyes narrowed at the wanderlust youth, ignoring him completely and sidestepping him to nudge his sister, reassured that she was okay. “Pasha took off – Bazi went after him,” he rumbled in a quick update, his eyes glancing back to the four tired puppies. “Where is Kieran?”