Dawnlark Plains corinthian

Ancelin made a bid for the rodent, reminding Atreus of another time the two of them had chased a mouse together. Unlike that time, his brother didn’t manage to catch this one. Undeterred, he whirled, snapping his jaws until he finally trapped one by the tail.

Atreus snorted at the sight of it, his mouth filling with drool. He was very briefly tempted to dart forward and snatch the vole right out of his sibling’s mouth. He couldn’t remember his last meal. But he didn’t dare upset the equilibrium the two of them had spontaneously struck today.

Good one, he said instead, then decided to mention, A lady named Amalia showed me how to hunt rabbits. You ever tried? I bet we could find some of their burrows on these plains. As he spoke, he scanned the surrounding flatland, drying grass as far as the eye could see.