Meadowlark Prairie turn it up and throw a tantrum

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The breeze that rushed past him held a scent he would always be familiar with—the Sunspires. Pippin swallowed the lump in his throat, bright gold eyes flicking to the looming shadow in the distance as he considered what had transpired in the slopes that day. His youth was long gone—the memories of everything twisted, he was sure, to something unrecognizable now. Harlyn, and her milk scent—Mordecai. They were names with faces that were now fuzzy in his mind.

Sedona had given him knowledge of his family name—but nothing that he felt truly tied to. A drifter for life—the golden shadow that came in and out of others lives without leaving an impression, it seemed.

Snorting, the Ostrega tipped his muzzle downward, trailing through the vast stretch of grassland before him. He would be turning around soon, heading back to the Firebirds to face whatever drama mountain that awaited him. When he came upon the head skull of what appeared to be a small bison. Nosing it—it was all that remained of the beast, picked clean and bleached by the sun.

As if this were the sign he needed, the tawny male grabbed the skull, almost feeling foolish, but determined to bring this back to Meerkat and the other pups as a wayward toy from beyond the copse.