Dawnlark Plains LXXIII

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His pale brow furrowed as Cambria stared across the sprawling plain. He saw the herd moving in the distance, though it wasn’t the caribou which preoccupied him. The yearling couldn’t stop thinking about the little red pup sprawled in the dirt.

A howl cut into his thoughts and he stood at attention, head snapping to his left where he saw Ulfhedinn rallying hunters. Cambria hesitated as if uncertain of his welcome, then broke into a steady lope. He minded his posture as he approached the group.

His attention drifted from one familiar face to the next before landing on one he didn’t know. Cambria licked his lips and nodded to her, curious about her name and whether she was among those who spoke. Inquisitive though he was, something else captured his attention: Treow, moving away with the pups, the red runt in tow.