Dawnlark Plains corinthian

ancelin was so pleased with himself that he barely noticed atreus' discomfort or hunger. "yeah that sounds good," the boy said. he threw the vole to his brother. "eat it, nerd," snickering, the aspiring hunter set off at a lope, muzzle firmly pressed to the ground.
"where'd you meet amalia?" he mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at his sibling.