Dawnlark Plains XXXVIII

At the tail end of the Rise's hunting party, Relic arrived. Without a second thought, he inserted himself easily amongst the mix of his family and the Sapphique wolves. Largely confined to his home range by choice, he had little time to get out and acquaint himself with his coastal neighbors. 

Only after he surveyed the group of bison; massive beasts with thick hides, tough horns and hooves, did he glance to his fellow canids. Some looked confused, unsure. Others, bold and encouraging. Relic was indifferent, confident in his ability and that of their combined strength that they could take down one of these behemoths. 

Ancelin was here of course. As was Lilia. Today was not the day to puff himself up in front of his rival. There was work to be done. Besides, instead of quarreling, he was more interested in getting to know his coastal counterparts. After the hunt, of course.