Iktome Plains ken without a barbie

Behati had disappeared again.

Cas frowned as he left behind the borders of Donnelaith for a private afternoon. it was to be spent in search of foreign wolf-scent -- he fancied that he could track the two brutes who had tried to reach his sisters' den -- but really he was going to mope. maybe it was best that the gossamer girl had gone -- maybe she truly wasn't happy and there were better things for her elsewhere. but the thought hurt, and as the yearling trotted up the narrow path that led to the plains, he put it from his mind.

it was not long before the notions returned, as the cold salt breeze wended its fingers into his pelt and tugged at it. Cas' eyes settled on the great dark expanse of sea before him, and it occurred to the boy that maybe there were better things for him out there, too.