Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

Her words didn’t settle the way she’d wanted them to but that was always the problem with words.  They came awkwardly, never correct, and never satisfied.  So Redd let herself fall silent and stood to follow, shadowing her sister as they led them on the hunt.

Things would resolve as they needed to and in the meantime the focus was right.  Feeding the pups, protecting them as they grew, this was foremost.  As they’d said, this was something that they could do.