Dawnlark Plains LXXIII

Wealda’s absence was noticed by every wolf.

Wise Father called and Moon Runner answered.

She met the hunting party on the fringes of the plains in a sociable way when they all came together. Her white tail swept in circles as she mingled between Wise Father, Mother, and Faraway Shadow with happy vocalizations, muzzle bumps, and friendly smiles. It felt good to be together again, though without Wealda and Vulture Moon Runner did not feel whole.

The weather was fair, and Moon Runner thought this might bode well. Though she was an adept hunter, Wise Father’s signal was clear. She would gather up Chipmunk, Pebble, Little Paw, and Clover to watch the hunt from a safe place upon one of the Rise’s many hills.

Moon Runner remembered when she had once observed a pack hunt with Blood Spot and Faraway Shadow. Things had come full circle, it seemed. Soon, the pack’s children would be asked what path they intended to take.

Moon Runner kept an eye out for the inconsolible Vulture, especially. She had not interacted with her den sister in a long time.

We stay here, Moon Runner’s spirit instructed the youngsters.

Then, her gaze settled on the Ulfhedinn’s silhouette.