Dawnlark Plains i am the rose you relinquished again

she leads the advance with a long stride, a dark slip of motion tightening toward the herd’s blind side. kanuux’s bulk runs parallel, silent only because he chooses to be. the pressure of him at her side sharpens her.

her gaze raked the herd, then cut to the straggler at the flank—a younger doe, lagging, careless.

her muscles bunched, heat sparking under her skin. she cast kanuux a single side-glance—brief, lethal, alight with intent—before her tail flicked again, smaller this time. “split her from herd.” a command, should he see it fit—a suggestion, if he had something better in mind.