Dawnlark Plains LXXIII

When Moon Runner reached a safe place with the children, the pack began the hunt.

The Trēow was elated, but quiet, while she watched – sharp claws dug into the loam, her spirit brimming with excitment. Her paws tap-danced as her spirit ran in time with the rest, and she imagined persuing caribou down in the valley besides her clan.

Wise Father led the charge. Mother gave chase. Yet Moon Runner’s attention fell upon the Beserkr and the Blod - dark and light chiaroscuro - as the two young men flanked the beasts.

Her ears sat high upon her head in attention, wanting to know what Faraway Shadow and Icemelt would do.