Dawnlark Plains Switchback

When they came upon a doe and Mulherin suggested locating her fawn, the Caru’s head reared back a little. They smiled at his ingenuity, though Masque knew he was in for a challenge. Somehow, they didn’t think he’d shy away from that.

Fawns are notoriously difficult to locate, since they have virtually no scent and their mothers hide them well, they said, pausing for emphasis before adding, I think that’s the perfect tracking challenge. Let’s go for it. And by that, I mean…

They made a shooing motion with one pewter paw, indicating that he should continue leading the way. Masque fell into step right behind him, licking their chops excitedly as their shining eyes bored holes into the back of their brother’s head. They were so damn proud of the hunter—the wolf—he was becoming.