Dawnlark Plains Fossil

Success! The shewolf responded with a bow of her own before dashing off, and Dag was hot on her heels, snapping at air with extra-loud clacks of his jaws - just to let her know he was there. She was curiously milk-scented, and Dag thought fleetingly of Saena, and then even more briefly of Amber before pushing all that away. It did not good to dwell on heartache, and besides, this woman, tall and robust as she was, reminded the young male more of his sister than anyone - and anyone who was even a little like Lotte was a friend in his book.

"I bet I'm faster!" Dag panted, running harder and drawing even with the other wolf. He could run like this for hours, the way he was feeling right then. The woman's good mood was catching, and he needed that, right now.