Dawnlark Plains Tûnuck

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Fleet feet would take her from this encounter, return her to the mountain steeple undetected. What happens then? Do more wolves come? Marauders converging upon Nova in greedy droves?
Youth had sent Ayovi running. Would she run for eternity?
No, for she was alone no longer, and any life taking root inside her would know a mother who was fierce in her protection.
The gore of hunt is enticing as the younger of the two fills his belly, leaving the huntress to assume they are connected. There are no growls, no recriminations, and Ayovi does not lunge across the field to provoke aggression from men of silver and black. She only rises with a tail at half-mast and blue eyes to follow in watchful color.
“You are near my land,” she informs, voice steady but not commanding. She cannot command the man in black, instinct tells her this.