Dawnlark Plains My daughter

she chased the bug a moment, two, until her tiny jaws clamped around the thing and she gave it an instinctual shake, oversized ears flopping comically. when this had been completed, she trotted back to her mother confidently until realizing just how far she was from the den. she froze at once, grip on the beetle clamping down a little harder and killing it then, gaze wide and fixed on Aviana's.