Dawnlark Plains tender like a dove

she moved quickly, smooth like river water, too quickly for the hare to flee, and kaelith observed her with keen interest. she was a survivor, hunter of few words. perhaps as connected to the land as he was, perhaps moreso.

she invited him, without speaking, to share her meal. he hesitated, took a step forward, but she did not bare her teeth. still he remained low to the ground, posture submissive, and began to eat at a distance from her.

he tried not to stare, really, but snuck a glance here and there as he ate, curious. he sat back after a moment, swallowing his morsel, to observe her with tilted head. she didn't carry darukaal's scent.

"what is your name?"