Dawnlark Plains XLVII

the birds took to the skies. a pair of feathers fluttered toward the racing hunter and his streamlined child.

he caught one in his teeth; he landed with barrel chest heaving and when moon runner had slowed, he pushed the greyling plume toward her.

his yellow eyes were proud. his daughter was fast and strong, quick, intelligent. a credit to the rise already.

augur chuffed, bumping her once with his broad muzzle.