Dawnlark Plains currant

Wrapping this for us as agreed.

The answer was yes. It all happened so fast: the doe came into view; Redd sprang toward her with a startlingly loud snarl; and then she stumbled, pitching toward the ground. Cambria lurched toward her instinctively, nearly stepping into the doe’s path as she took her opening. He unwittingly presented an additional obstacle as the floundering Redd tried to pivot, rise and snap all at once.

Shit, he could only mutter as the doe deftly dodged her fumbling attackers. Sorry, he added, belatedly aware that he’d incidentally thwarted Redd’s last ditch effort.

Told you I was inexperienced, he thought, though he held his tongue from further comment. If she was irritated by their failure, she didn’t show it, so there was no reason to go on the defensive. Besides, the experience had taught Cambria a few things, even if it hadn’t provided them with a meal.

Clicking his tongue, the Dragonling exchanged glances with the pair and commented, Better luck next time, I guess. He paused, assessing their respectively thin frames, and felt the need to add, Which can be right now, if you like. Practice makes perfect and all that. Or if you don’t want to expend the energy, maybe I can catch us some small game.

His white tail twitched as he caught himself peering at Ruckus in particular. A small smile pulled at Cambria’s lips. Probably he still didn’t like eating—ah, what a peculiar child—but maybe if Redd came along, the two of them could convince him to put a little food in his belly.