Dawnlark Plains Switchback

Three of their younger siblings were becoming much more independent now. Masquerade sometimes went days without seeing them. Occasionally they sought out the Caru for entertainment or food, though less often with each passing day. Masque wondered if they would eventually disperse.

But then there was Mul. He was becoming a fine young wolf, an asset to the rise. And though he was also as capable and self-sufficient as his litter mates, he came around much more often. Perhaps it was slightly pathetic but Masque not only quietly considered him their favorite, they had begun to realize he was also their best friend.

They ranged along the foot of the rise, smiling as they raised their muzzle and summoned @Mulherin. Earlier this morning, a herd of white-tailed deer had settled on the neighboring plain to graze. By the time the mist had lifted, they’d shifted southeast in the direction of the moraine.

Masque could no longer see them, though it was easy enough to follow their trail. The Caru drifted in their wake, pausing at the edge of Dawnlark to await their little brother.