Dawnlark Plains Switchback

Prior to the summons, the dark-furred youth was already patrolling along the farther reaches of the Rise. Doing so made him feel like a true member of the pack. 

When called, he dutifully answered. Truthfully, he’d been waiting for Masque’s call for some time now. Their close friendship was mutual, and they were the only real presence in his life he felt he could rely on.

He found the Caru silhouetted against the dull prairie as they waited. The scent of deer was mingled within the morning air.

As he approached, he affectionately butted his head into their side. 

What’h up? We followin’ the herd? He asked.