Dawnlark Plains currant

The voice of the stranger faded into the background as Ruckus focused on the ground ahead of them. Their sense of smell was keen since they needed to rely on it due to their particularly poor eyesight. When Redd paused, so did Ruckus, their ears attentive as she spoke a word they had heard a few times before: wealda, who had been Redd's mother. Again, Ruckus related. Raider was gone, and while they had never called her mother, they knew the sentiment was the same. Raider and Riley were both dead. That was something Ruckus knew with absolute certainty.

They flicked their tail just as Redd did, then began to follow her down the trail. It was not terribly fresh, at least half a day old. Still, Redd knew best, and they would go wherever she led them.