Dawnlark Plains there's treasure everywhere

She blinked curiously when he claimed ownership of the bone, not really seeing what difference that made when it came to her question. Before Drag could ask, he teased her about analyzing things. Her head canted, mouthing the word analyze silently to herself. What did it mean? What did he mean?

Then she was asked a question she did understand, so Dragyn replied, "Drag." And when asked about her pack, her head bobbed. "Yes, I am from Shiprock. The pack is not mine, it is my parents'," the scrawny yearling clarified. "It is far from here," she shared.

"Look," she said in the next breath, sharp muzzle suddenly pointing toward the bottom of the hill, opposite from where she had climbed, "a Marmota olympus! It is a female," Drag guessed, based on the size. "Males are much larger," she explained to Ditty, glancing at him before her mismatched eyes fixed on the overgrown rodent again. "She is awake early," she observed. "They do not usually come out of hibernation until late spring."