Dawnlark Plains corinthian

I know you are, Atreus acknowledged with a smirk, fondness in his eyes when Ancelin nudged him.

He strode across the field, head bent low to sniff along the ground. The grass was drying out ahead of winter, though it was still quite thick, making it a bit difficult to navigate in places.

He still hadn’t found any signs of rabbits after a while, though Atreus picked up another scent. He exchanged a glance with his brother, then began slinking more slowly through the dense swards of greenery.

Something jumped out in front of the boys: a young deer! It was no longer a fawn, yet not quite a yearling. It bounded swiftly away and Atreus instinctively gave chase.