Dawnlark Plains currant

Cambria was still processing what he’d witnessed. He supposed it didn’t make a lot of difference to him who led, at least at this point. He hadn’t lived here long enough to form deep bonds or loyalties except to the idea of the pack itself.

Actually, he murmured to himself as he prowled along the foot of the rise, that’s a lie.

There was one member of Redtail Rise to whom he felt connected, though it made little sense. He sought the red runt now, hoping to check on him even if that probably wasn’t what he wanted. Cambria figured he might still be with the red she-wolf and he was of course very curious about her. They ought to meet.

He actually found her first, standing beside a shallow pool. She was looking off into the distance, toward the plains, so Cambria paused and woofed to announce himself. He kept his posture neutral, two-toned eyes trailing curiously over her gaunt frame as he wondered whether she was the red pup’s mother.