Dawnlark Plains Fossil

The smoke had terrified him. When he'd spied it from the mountains, it was as though a hole had been punched through his chest - Lotte was down there, had lived where those flames burned - but she'd escaped. He knew it because he himself was still alive, and there could be no Dagfinn without Lotte. Worry still ate at him, especially when he visited the shores and found no trace of his sister's scent upon the weatherbeaten land. But she was alive, and he knew that their paths would cross again.

But this knowledge did not ease the new loneliness that'd crept up in his heart. Duskvale had disbanded almost as soon as it had begun, and now he was alone. He'd followed Tryphon's scent, for a time, but had lost the trail when he went to check on Lotte. Now he searched for it again, even knowing that the other male would, in all probablility, be long gone by now.

Instead, the joyful shouts of a stranger attracted his attention. Hope shook through the dark youth's body - his tail, most noteably - and he bounded toward the sound with a happy bark of his own, bowing in invitation as soon as the other came into sight.