Dawnlark Plains VI

She shouldn't stay here. Ashlar watched as they all left, a note of despair behind the look, but none seemed to feel this was a task worth attention. Perhaps they would find who did it, but at the expense of setting her to rights.

Silently he grabbed her scruff, nose wrinkled at the blood, and began the slow process of dragging the larger female home. He would bury her at the base of the rise and, quietly, sing the songs mama had sung before. Ashlar wouldn't let her walk without the songs to keep her from walking alone.