Dawnlark Plains friends and liars dont wait for me

much noise was being made somewhere south of her, the sound picked up by the keen cant of her ears. caiaphas glanced about her: finding her solitude unbroken, she elected to hunt down the author of such a racket. 

she came upon a child, or — a juvenile — for as she assessed his frame it occurred to her he was not so different in age than svalinn. he had ceased his flinging of snow sometime earlier, and now proudly now spotted something caught in his jaws. 

the siren studied the ropy tail that dangled from the prison of his little teeth. whatever it was, it appeared it wasn’t having a good day.