Dawnlark Plains corinthian

Ancelin noticed him. Atreus stiffened, though his brother seemed glad to see him. He bounded over as if the two of them had never had an argument. It had been so long, Atreus realized he felt no more ire toward his sibling. In fact, the warm reception was an unexpectedly humongous relief.

Smiling at Ancelin’s enthusiasm, Atreus nodded without even thinking, then found himself asking, What are?

He looked down at his feet, not sure what to expect. He saw nothing, though now that Atreus was paying attention, he heard scurrying in the grass. He exchanged a glance with his brother, then dropped his muzzle and began sniffing, quickly finding what he took to be a mouse.

Ah! he cried, smacking at it with a paw and missing entirely.