Dawnlark Plains currant

Redd's approval was a drug straight to the vein for Ruckus, and they felt a complete and sudden calmness wash over them in that moment. Redd spoke her name, and Ruckus paused. Few had used their name in some time, and it wasn't as though they referred to themself in the third person often. Had they ever? Somewhere, deep in the recesses of their memory, they pulled their name to the front.

Ruckus, they said, again following Redd's lead as they began to search for the scent of prey. They were still far too young to be of use, but they would do anything Redd did. Ruckus was not sure if they liked the idea of this stranger tagging along, but they decided if Redd had invited him, they would accept his presence.