Dawnlark Plains beware

There was not much else that need be said. The huntlead would tend to his young.

None of them were certain how this would unfold.

His stomach; turning over, the future had a strange way of whispering to the past.

Dread.

He swallows thickly. Then nods, holding her gaze. 

We’ll figure it out. His eyes seem to say.

Ever optimistic.