Dawnlark Plains XLVII

You caught it! The spirit hooted as Saturday’s Sunset barked, elated.

She danced before her father as he showed her the feather. Then, her body became still, with the exception of her flagging tail, as she inspected it.

Her nostrils flared as she huffed and puffed, taking in deep breaths of the fowl’s novel scent. The feather tickled the leather of her nose. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before - not fur nor whisker.

Then, she jumped into the long grass an followed her nose to find another.