Dawnlark Plains hop-frog

darkclaw had come to know that this was a place of many trials he did not understand.

the others here shared that awareness. he heard their word-sounds but they meant nothing.

the red woman had showed him her tongue. 

darkclaw knew she did not always need to speak. 

today he slunk respectfully to her side, passing his own tongue along the side of her mouth if she allowed it. he was third ranking male now, fourth to her.

the wolf looked toward her at their quarry and his ears rose with interest.