Dawnlark Plains currant

Ruckus was acknowledged with silent approval and a guardian’s subtle shift to place herself nearer. She did not move directly between them. He smelled of pack and was therefore no threat. She only closed their distance casually, instinctually, as her protege looked him over in turn.

She had not asked names. They barely felt relevant anymore in the pack that was to come. Wealda was still the response that rose but she killed it before it could start. Redd.

The last time she’d felt Redd, a golden summer had filled her days. Redd had disappeared alongside he and Masquerade. She let the word hang anyway before abruptly turning and flicking her tail in invitation.

She was not Ulfhedinn but saw no reason not to lead. Her attention turned mutely towards searching for a scent and, in brief pauses, waiting for Ruckus to do the same.