Dawnlark Plains VI

no answers, not from the speechless man. she doesn't expect words from him. but she wishes, in this moment, that he could offer more. who? when? how?

she draws closer to the body and runs her muzzle over the quiet curves, blood heavy and heady in her nostrils.

the smell of Kanuk, and Augur—and someone else.

she commits the latter to memory.

and then follows, hoping Augur will lead them to more clues. not, though, without a backward glance to the ragged form, and a twinge of something rotten in her heart. failure.

one of hers had died. she had failed to keep her safe.