Dawnlark Plains redthroat

colt took it a little softer than he might have otherwise. "it's a fine thing, marston," he grunted, spreading it against the ground. "an' yew earned it."
handed back. a lash of his tail in the air. "come on, let's git before this'un's fellas come fer it." foxes could be sharper in a group.
colt sauntered away with a prideful step.