Dawnlark Plains currant

Ruckus.  Redd noted the name in silence just as she had Cambria’s, though this with more surprise.  It seemed this one had a voice as well, if also more sense in when to use it.  The pride she felt watching him mimic would do nothing to dispel the incorrect notion Cambria had of their relationship, but she’d already well settled that this one was hers to raise.

He asked the question and she paused, but did not look at him.  No.  The question should not have struck her but for a number of reasons it did.  Wealda.  My mother.  He had never known her as such but the clarification still felt important.  It also felt like an admission.

For once the silence felt thorny and incomplete.  She is gone, but the rise stands.  She added, softer, before turning her attention back to the trails.  Redd did not know if she was up to large game but fiercely she hoped for it.  And so, when a deer’s traces made themselves known, she flicked her tail and set along the path without hesitation.