Dawnlark Plains currant

Her eyes turned toward him, their color bringing to mind faded sunflowers. Cambria only met them for a beat before averting his own eyes, spotting the youngster lurking in her shadow. She must be his mother, he decided, noting the way the little one emulated her mannerisms.

She spoke and Cambria blinked, mildly startled. His tail stirred then, pleased to meet another wolf who could talk. He was growing more capable in the art of body language, though he still enjoyed a proper conversation when he could get one.

Recovering from his surprise, he replied, Yes, and curled his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he could add, “of course.” I’m much more experienced with small game, he thought to mention, letting out a breath as he briefly recollected the recent group hunt.

His eyes flitted to the runt again, shooting him a small smile that he didn’t expect to be returned. Cambria glanced at the woman’s face again. Who was she? Where had she been? He had so many questions for her, he didn’t know where to start.

He decided on, What’s your name? and included both mother and son with a sweeping glance. I’m Cambria.