Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Meerkat didn’t spend a lot of time at Narwhal’s cairn, though she liked to visit it from time to time, usually late at night. She sat there presently, listening to the cicadas and crickets. She closed her eyes and pictured her son at her side, alive and breathing, listening with her. She felt at peace.

A howl rose up in the distance, other voices lifting in song in every direction. Meerkat opened her eyes and peered at the moon. She couldn’t resist the rippling that began in her chest and climbed up her throat. She tipped her sandy muzzle upward and joined the starlit chorus.