Dawnlark Plains corinthian

Something thumped against his chest before dropping to rest between his forepaws. Atreus blinked down at the vole, then up at his brother’s, “Eat it, nerd.” The casualness of it still took him aback, yet in the best possible way. He smiled as he snatched the tiny carcass off the ground and made quick work of it.

In response to Ancelin’s question, he looked upward in an attempt to orient himself, then motioned vaguely eastward, By a river, that way. There’s a pack living there. It’s called… shoot, I forget, Atreus was forced to admit. He hesitated briefly before adding, She kind of invited me to live there. A breath. I told her I’d think about it.