Swiftcurrent Creek Too cold for a run

Yeah, of course, Dauntless said through a grin. He honestly wasn't sure if they would ever run into each other again, but he wouldn't mind it if they did. Perhaps Daunty might meet him with his dad next time. Surely he must be a nice fella.

Not wanting to keep Ashlar any longer, he shooed him off and dove into his own meal, crunching down on the bones and devouring the rabbit in about the same amount of time as it had taken them to catch it. When he was finished, Dauntless licked his lips and took a little midday nap.